Attack

[Seafood]

An old Wild West fort is about to be attacked. The Wild old general sends for his trusty native American scout. "You must use all your thirty years of skill in trying to estimate the sort of army we are up against here."

The trusty scout lies down and puts his ear to the ground. "Large war party," he says, "maybe three hundred braves, four chiefs, two on black stallions, two on white stallions. All have war paint. Many many guns. Medicine men are also with them."

"Good grief!" exclaims the general. "You can tell all of that just by listening to the ground?"

"No," he replies, "I can see under the gate."