Caught by a shark
On a tour of Pembrokeshire, the (late) Pope took a few days off to visit the coast for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the beach in the Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just off the shore.
A helpless man, wearing a English rugby shirt, was struggling frantically to free himself from the jaws of a 25 foot shark.
As the pope watched in horror, a speedboat pulled up with three men wearing Welsh rugby shirts. One quickly fired a harpoon into the shark’s side while the other two reached out and pulled the limp semiconscious Englishman from the water. Then using the long clubs, the three beat the shark to death and hauled it into the boat.
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to him “I give you my blessing for your brave actions. I heard that there were some bitter hatreds between the Welsh and the English, but now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true.”
As the pope drove off, the harpooner asked his pals, “Who was That?” “It was the Pope” one replied. “He is in direct contact with God and has access to all of God’s wisdom.”
“Well” the harpooner said, “he may have access to God and his wisdom but he doesn’t know anything about shark fishing. Is the bait holding up OK or do we need to get another one?”
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