After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,\r\n\r\n"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."\r\n\r\nStartled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,\r\n\r\n"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."\r\n\r\nThe blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.\r\n\r\nThe voice came once more,\r\n\r\n"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."\r\n\r\nShe stopped, looked skyward, and said,\r\n\r\n"IS THAT YOU LORD?"\r\n\r\nThe voice replied, "NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"