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This IP really wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary tools together, she made for the nearest frozen lake.
After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly --- from the sky --- a voice boomed,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
Startled, the IP moved further down the ice, poured a Thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole.
Again, from the heavens, the voice bellowed,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE"
The IP, now quite worried, move way down to the opposite end of the ice, set up her stool, and tried again to cut her hole.
The voice came once more, even louder:
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "Is that You, Lord?"
The voice replied,
"NO, THIS IS THE ICE RINK MANAGER!"
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