A fire started on some grassland near a farm. The C.D.F. fire department was called to put the fire out. The fire was a more than the C.D.F. could handle. Someone suggested that a nearby
volunteer bunch be called. Though there was doubt that the volunteer outfit would be of any assistance, the call was made.

The volunteers arrived in a dilapidated old fire truck. They rumbled straight towards the fire and stopped in the middle of the flames. The firemen jumped off the truck and frantically
started spraying water in all directions.

Soon they had snuffed out the center of the fire, breaking the blaze into two easily controllable parts. Watching all this,
the farmer was so impressed with the volunteer fire department's work and was so grateful that his farm had been spared, that right there on the spot he presented the volunteers with a check for $1000.

A local news reporter asked the volunteer fire captain what the
department planned to do with the funds.

"That oughta be obvious," he responded, wiping ashes off his coat.

"The first thing we're gonna do is get the brakes fixed on that darn old fire truck."