Rabbit for Lunch

The Royal Marines, the Army, and the Police decide to go on a
survival weekend together to see who comes out on top.
After some basic exercises, the trainer tells them their next objective is
to go down into the woods and come back with a rabbit for tea.
First up are the Royal Marines. They don their infrared goggles, drop to
the ground, and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5
minutes, followed by a single muffled shot. They emerge with a rabbit, shot
cleanly through the forehead.
"Excellent," says the trainer.

Next up are the Army. They finish their cans of lager, cover themselves in
camouflage cream, fix bayonets, and charge down into the woods, screaming at the top of their lungs. For the next hour, the woods ring with the sound of
machine gun fire, mortar bombs, hand grenades, and blood-curdling war cries. Eventually, they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit.
"A bit messy, but you got a result. Well done," says the trainer.

Lastly, in go the Police, walking slowly, hands behind backs, whistling
Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by
the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie: "Sierra Oscar Lemur One, suspect
headed straight for you," etc.

After what seems an eternity, they emerge, escorting a squirrel in
handcuffs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asks the incredulous
trainer. "Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit, like I asked you 5
hours ago!"
So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, day
turns to night. The next morning, the trainer and the rest of the crew are
awakened by the police, holding the squirrel, now covered in bruises.
"Are you taking the mickey?" asks the seriously irate trainer.
The police team
leader shoots a glance at the squirrel, who squeaks:
"Alright, alright, I'm a sodding rabbit!"

Very funny!! I enjoyed
Eddie

Good one, lobster.