A soldier was lost after getting seperated from his patrol. Days passed and he was really struggling, when he spotted a small market village on the horizon. Dragging the last of his reserves together, he fnally manages to crawl to the first stall. "Water!!! Give me Water!!!!" "Malish my friend, I am only selling custard!" replied the stallholder. The squaddie struggles on to the next stall. "Water!! Water!! Please give me Water!!" "I am so sorry my british chum, I am only selling Jelly!" replied the stallholder. The squaddie is at the end of his tether by now, but drags himself to the next stall. "For the love of god, give me Water!!!" "I am sorry" replied the last stallholder "I am only selling sponge cake, or perhaps I can interest you in a newly arrived batch of hundreds and thousands?" 'Bloody hell" says the irate squaddie "What sort of place is this?" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > "Why, it's a trifle bizarre sir!!!!!!"