Three French legionaries are hiking across the desert where they
have been for several days. They are out of food and on their
last ration of water.
As they walk a bit further, the head legionary thinks he sees
something up ahead and cries to the others (in a French accent),
“look! It is a bacon tree! It is what we ‘ave been waiting for!”
And sure enough, there seems to be a tree covered with streaky
bacon. Of course the legionaries are delighted, so desperate
that they don’t even consider the possibility of it being a
As they get closer, the head legionary says, “Stay ‘ere. I will
investigate”. So he approaches, but as he does so, two gunshots
penetrate the deadly silence, seeming to com from the bacon
tree, and strike down the legionary. The tree disappears.
The other two rush to see if there is anything they can do, but
it seems almost too late.
“Sir!” they cry, “are you alright?”
And the head legionary, before he dies, says, “Zat was not a
bacon tree…zat was an ‘ambush!”