An elderly French man was slowly walking down the countryside, admiring the
beautiful spring day, when over a hedgerow he spotted a young couple,
naked, making love in a field.

Getting over his initial shock he said to himself, Ah ze young love …ze
spring time, ze air, ze flowers, cest magnifique!! and continued to watch
remembering good times. Suddenly he drew in a gasp and said, Mais… Sacre
bleu!! Ze woman – she is dead! and he hurried along as fast as he could
to the town to tell Albert, the police chief.

He arrived, out of breath, to the police station and shouted,
Albert…Albert, zere is zis man zis woman …naked in farmer Gastons
field, making love. The police chief smiled and said, Come, come, Henri.
You are not so old to remember ze young love, ze spring time, ze air, ze
flowers… Ah, Lamour! Zis is okay.

Mais non! You do not understand, ze woman she is dead!! Hearing this
Albert leapt out from his seat and rushed out of the station, and the
police car being serviced, he ran down to the field, confirmed Henris
story, and ran all the way back non-stop to call the doctor:

Pierre, Pierre, … this is Albert. I was in Gastons field. Zere is a
young couple naked aving sex

Pierre replied, Albert, I am a man of science. You must remember, it is
spring, ze air, ze flowers. Ah, lamour! Zis is very natural.

Albert, still out of breath gasped in reply, NON, you do not understand.
Ze woman, she is dead! Hearing this, Pierre shouted, Mon dieu! grabbed
is black medicine bag, stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope, and other
tools and jumped in the car and drove like a madman down to Gastons field.

Upon getting there he gave the couple a full medical exam and drove back to
Henri and Albert, who were waiting at the station. He got there, went
inside, and smiled patiently at the two Frenchmen and said, Ah, mes amis,
do not worry. Ze woman, she is not dead. She is English.