"I'm calling to report my neighbor Adrian Thibodeaux! He is hiding drugs inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeaux's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no drugs. They swear at Thibodeaux and leave.
The phone rings at Thibodeaux's house.
"Hey, Adrian! Did the FBI come?"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."