An elderly man was walking through the French countryside, admiring the beautiful spring day, when over a hedgerow hespotted a young couple making love in a field. Getting over hisinitial shock he said to himself, 'Ah, young love... ze springtime, ze air, ze flowers... C'est magnifique!' and continued towatch, remembering good times. Suddenly he drew in a gasp andsaid, 'Mais... Sacre bleu! Ze woman - she is dead!' and hehurried along as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, thepolice chief.He came, out of breath, to the police station and shouted,'Jean... Jean zere is zis man, zis woman... naked in farmerGaston's field making love.' The police chief smiled and said;'Come, come, Henri you are not so old; remember ze young love,ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah, L'amour! Zis is ok.''Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!'Hearing this, Jean leapt up from his seat, rushed out of thestation, jumped on his bike, pedaled down to the field,confirmed Henri's story, and pedaled all the way back non-stopto call the doctor:'Pierre, Pierre, ... this is Jean, I was in Gaston's field; zereis a young couple naked 'aving sex 'To which Pierre replied, 'Jean, I am a man of science. You mustremember, it is spring, ze air, ze flowers, Ah, L'amour! Zis isvery natural.'Jean, still out of breath, grasped in reply, 'NON, you do notunderstand; ze woman, she is dead!'Hearing this, Pierre exclaimed, 'Mon dieu!' grabbed his blackmedicine bag; stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope, and othertools; jumped in the car; and drove like a madman down toGaston's field.After carefully examining the participants he drove calmly backto Henri and Jean, who were waiting at the station. He gotthere, went inside, smiled patiently, and said, 'Ah, mes amis,do not worry. Ze woman, she is not dead; she is British.'