"You're the eighth!"
The rain was pouring down in Alapuzha, and there standing in front of a big puddle outside the *Kallushaap* (Toddy Shop), was old *Chacko* Uncle, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.
As young *Francis* was passing by, he stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
*"Fishing"* replied Chacko Uncle.
Feeling sorry for the old man, Francis says, "Come out of the rain and have a drink with me."
In the warmth of the *Kallushaap*, as they were having Toddy, Francis could not resist asking, "So how many have you caught today?"
"You're the eighth!"
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