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Go through the woods three tax inspectors and notice the bear, hiding under a Bush. Those times it by the tail and pull. Home:

Hey, Potapitch, come on, tell us, what kind of Shisha you imagine this coat I bought?

Poor bear never says a word. The inspectors decided that he was holding something back, and throw him in the cage. They wander further out to the edge and see a crocodile, struggling to hide in the swamp. Grab it by the tail and asked:

— Well, Gene, where did you get the money for such a great leather coat?

Silent poor crocodile, inspectors and put him in the cage. Sitting bear with a crocodile, grieve, then the door swings open and she enters mauled and half-plucked goose. Bear him:

— Look, winged, you to what got? Okay, everything about me is clear, and about the crocodile too... And you got busted for what?

— Oh, men! These bastards demanded I say where I have funds each year to the South of dangle!

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