A local radio interviewer was sent out to the island to interview octogenerian Pat about his long life there.
The interviewer set his tape machine running.
"Pat," he said, "tell me, if you will, about your happiest memory of the Island."
Pat replied, "That would be the time that Carmel the Sheep went missing... all the men of the island gathered by torchlight and scoured the length and breadth of the island. They found her stuck in a hedge and they brought her back here where they all had a few drinks and they all had sex with her."
"Interesting," said the interviewer, a tad uncomfortably, "would you also share with us your second happiest memory?"
Pat replied, "That would be the time that Margaret my wife went missing... all the men of the island gathered by torchlight and scoured the length and breadth of the island. They found her stuck in a hedge and they brought her back here where they all had a few drinks and they all had sex with her."
"Finally Pat, would you recall your worst memory of the island."
Pat reflected for a time...
"That," he said, "would have to be the night that I went missing..."
