The phone rings at…

The phone rings at FBI headquarters. “Hello?””My neighbor John Smith is an enemy of the State. He is hiding undeclared diamonds in his woodshed. “”We’ll take notice of this. “The next day, the FBI goes to Smith’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept, break every piece of wood, find no diamonds, apologize to Smith and finally leave. The phone rings at Smith’s house. “Hello, John! Did the FBI come?””Yes. “”Did they break up your firewood?””Yes, they chopped it like crazy. “”Okay, now it’s your turn to call. I need my vegetable patch plowed. “