An elderly man in Queensland had owned a large farm for several years.
He had a large natural pool in the back of his farm bordered by sheltering scrub.
It was nicely shaped and deep enough for swimming, so he fixed it up with a picnic table, gazebo, and planted some palms and some mango and avacado trees.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn’t been there for a while, and look it over so he grabbed a bucket to bring back any ripe fruit.
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.
As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.
One of the women shouted to him, ‘we’re not coming out until you leave!’
The old man frowned, ‘I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.’
Holding the bucket up he said, ‘I’m just here to feed the croc.’
Some old men can still think fast