An old farmer in Louisiana had owned a sprawling property for decades. At the back of his land, he’d built a beautiful pond—perfect for swimming. He even landscaped it with picnic tables, horseshoe pits, and planted fruit trees around the edge. It was his little paradise.
One warm evening, he grabbed a five-gallon bucket, planning to pick some apples and peaches while checking on the pond—he hadn’t been down there in a while.
As he neared the water, he heard splashing, laughter, and voices echoing through the trees. Curious, he crept closer and, to his surprise, saw a group of young women skinny-dipping in his pond!
Not wanting to startle them, he called out as he approached. The women shrieked and swam to the far side of the pond, trying to cover themselves.
One of them shouted, “We’re not coming out until you leave!”
The old farmer, holding up his bucket, smiled and said,
“Now, ladies… I didn’t come down here to watch you swim naked or make you get out…”
He paused, then added with a grin:
“I just came to feed the alligators.”