An elderly farmer had owned a beautiful, sprawling plot of land in Louisiana for decades. Deep at the back of his property sat a pristine, deep pond that he had fixed up over the years with picnic tables, horseshoe pits, and lush fruit trees.
One warm evening, the old man decided to stroll down to the pond, grabbing a five-gallon bucket on his way out to pick some fresh peaches and apples.
As he approached the water, he heard splashes, giggles, and joyous shouting. Peering through the trees, he spotted a group of young women skinny-dipping in his private pond.
The moment they realized someone was approaching, the startled women quickly swam to the deep, far end of the pond, submerging themselves up to their necks.
One of the women yelled out defiantly, “We aren’t coming out of the water until you leave, old man!”
The farmer looked at his empty bucket, smiled warmly, and shook his head.
“Ladies, I didn’t walk all the way down here to watch you swim naked, and I surely don’t want to force you out of the water,” the wily old-timer shouted back.
He held up his five-gallon bucket and added, “I just came down here to feed the alligators.”
