The SAS, the army and the police decide to go on a survival weekend
together to see who comes out top.

After some basic exercises, the trainer tells them their next objective is
to go down into the woods and come back with a rabbit for tea.

First up are the SAS.

They don their infra red goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the
woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by a single
muffled shot. They emerge with a rabbit, shot cleanly through the forehead.

"Excellent" says the trainer.

Next up are the army.

They finish their cans of lager, cover themselves in camouflage cream, fix
bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at the top of their
lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of machine gun fire,
mortar bombs, hand grenades and blood-curdling war cries.
Eventually, they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit.

"A bit messy, but you got a result. Well done" says the trainer.

Lastly, in go the coppers.

Walking slowly, hands behind backs, whistling Dixon of Dock Green. For the
next few hours, the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of a
walkie-talkie: "sierra oscar lemur one, suspect headed straight for you"
etc. After what seems an eternity, they emerge, escorting a squirrel in
handcuffs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asks the incredulous trainer.
"Take this squirrel back and get me a rabbit, like I asked you 5 hours
ago!"

So back they go. Minutes pass, minutes turn to hours, day turns to night.
The next morning the trainer and the rest of the crew are awakened by the
police, holding the squirrel again, now covered in bruises.

"Are you taking the piss?" asks the seriously irate trainer.

The police team leader shoots a glance at the squirrel, who squeaks:

"Alright, alright, I'm a f#@%ing rabbit!"