A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod

 into the water and took off running like his life depended on it.

The Game Warden, surprised by the reaction, took off after him, sprinting through the trees and leaping over logs. The chase went on for what felt like forever—through thick brush, across a shallow creek, up a small hill. But no matter how fast the warden ran, the boy was just a little bit ahead.

Finally, after an exhausting five-minute chase, the boy suddenly stopped, bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. The warden, equally out of breath, finally caught up and put his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Alright, kid,” the warden huffed. “You can stop running now. Let’s see your fishing license.”

Between gasps, the boy looked up, wide-eyed. “I don’t have one,” he admitted.

The warden smirked. “Well, that explains why you ran. Now, let’s—”

“No, no,” the boy interrupted, shaking his head. “My friend has a license. I just wasn’t fishing.”

The warden frowned. “Then… why did you run?”

The boy gulped and pointed back toward the pond. “Because my friend is the one with the fishing license… and I’m the one with the bucket full of fish.”