French Countryside Visions

An elderly man was walking through the French countryside,
admiring the beautiful spring day, when over a hedgerow he
spotted a young couple making love in a field. Getting over his
initial shock he said to himself, ‘Ah, young love… ze spring
time, ze air, ze flowers… C’est magnifique!’ and continued to
watch, remembering good times. Suddenly he drew in a gasp and
said, ‘Mais… Sacre bleu! Ze woman – she is dead!’ and he
hurried along as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, the
police chief.

He came, out of breath, to the police station and shouted,
‘Jean… Jean zere is zis man, zis woman… naked in farmer
Gaston’s field making love.’ The police chief smiled and said;
‘Come, come, Henri you are not so old; remember ze young love,
ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah, L’amour! Zis is ok.’

‘Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!’

Hearing this, Jean leapt up from his seat, rushed out of the
station, jumped on his bike, pedaled down to the field,
confirmed Henri’s story, and pedaled all the way back non-stop
to call the doctor:

‘Pierre, Pierre, … this is Jean, I was in Gaston’s field; zere
is a young couple naked ‘aving sex ‘

To which Pierre replied, ‘Jean, I am a man of science. You must
remember, it is spring, ze air, ze flowers, Ah, L’amour! Zis is
very natural.’

Jean, still out of breath, grasped in reply, ‘NON, you do not
understand; ze woman, she is dead!’

Hearing this, Pierre exclaimed, ‘Mon dieu!’ grabbed his black
medicine bag; stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope, and other
tools; jumped in the car; and drove like a madman down to
Gaston’s field.

After carefully examining the participants he drove calmly back
to Henri and Jean, who were waiting at the station. He got
there, went inside, smiled patiently, and said, ‘Ah, mes amis,
do not worry. Ze woman, she is not dead; she is British.’