[FGII-XR6]

'fessing up.
The SAS, the Parachute Regiment 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 that their next objective is to go down into the
woods and catch a rabbit, returning with it ready to skin and cook.
Night falls.
First up - the SAS. They don infrared goggles, drop to the ground and crawl
into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes,
followed by the unmistakable muffled "phut-phut" of their trademark
silenced "double-tap". They emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly
between the eyes.
"Excellent!" remarks the trainer.
Next up - the Paras. They finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with
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 rifle and machine-gun fire, hand grenades, mortar bombs and
blood curdling war cries. Eventually they emerge, carrying the charred
remains of a rabbit. "A bit messy, but you achieved the aim;
well done", says the trainer.
Lastly, in go the coppers, 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 Lima Whisky Tango
Fanta 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 are doing?" asks the incredulous trainer,
"Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours
ago!".
So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours. The next morning,
the trainer and the other teams are awakened by the police, holding the
handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises, one eye nearly shut.
"Are you taking the p*?s!!??" asks the now seriously irate trainer.
The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks: "Alright,
alright, I confess - I'm a rabbit!"