It was raining heavily that day in the Basque Country, and a large puddle formed in front of the village bar.
- Peio is there, in the rain but under his umbrella with a fishing pole and a string hanging in the puddle.
A tourist touched by what he sees, approaches him and asks him what he's doing there, in the pouring rain:
- "I'm fishing" Peio replies, simply.
Poor bugger, thinks the man, who immediately invites Peio to accompany him to the bar to dry in the warm and offer him a drink.
In the bar the nice tourist asks him something ironic:
“So, how many have you caught since this morning?”
“You are the eighth” Peio replied.
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