by Rudolf Faix
Wednesday, October 28, 2015 2:46 AM
A settlers moved to northern Canada and prepares himself for the winter. As he is so good things at chopping wood, an Indian riding along.
"Hey Indian", the settlers asks, "how the next winter will probably be?"
"Winter are cold," replies the Indian with serious mine.
Because thinking about the settlers and thinks to himself: well, a couple more chopped logs wouldn't hurt. Up here in the north, the winters are definitely hard.
As he continues with his work the Indian come over again.
"Hey Winnetou, say it honest, how hard will be the winter?"
"Winter will be very, very hard!" tells of the Indian and moves on.
"Oh God!", thinks of the settlers with horror, "that is determined a particularly harsh winter this year".
And so he chops, he chops through the whole night like a possessed man.
As he soaked in sweat and surrounded by wood logs he still chops the next morning.
Rides the Indian again along and says with worried mine says: "It will be the hardest winter since time immemorial, Hough!"
"Damn it, red skin, how do you want to know this?", the settler screams at the end of his tether.
"Ancient Indian wisdom: If white men chops a lot wood, winter are very cold!"
by Rudolf Faix
Monday, October 26, 2015 4:01 AM
In Canada, a lumberjack competition takes place.
Among the huge loggers is also a small Chinese. It works like the devil and win the competition.
At the presentation ceremony of the judges asked him curiously: "Tell me, where did you learn the felling?"
"In the Sahara."
"But there are no trees."
"Yes, now no more!"
by Rudolf Faix
Sunday, October 25, 2015 4:06 PM
The Pope traveled by car through the deserted wasteland of Canada.
Suddenly the Pope says to his driver: "Let me take the wheel."
The chauffeur: "But Holy Father ..."
But the Pope adamant: "No one sees me and the Lord is with me ..."
Happy as a child he caught behind the wheel and drives off.
Only 60 miles, then 80 miles, 100 .... - until the siren of the Highway Police sounds.
The pope stops and the police knock on the window. Even before the Pope can say a word, they run to her car and spark to the headquarters. "We have here a speeding ..."
"Yes, collect the fines ..."
"But there is an important person."
"So, even if is is a minister, collect the fines!"
"But he is much more important!"
"Yes, who is he?"
"We do not know it, but the Pope is his driver ..."