A Strong Wind Blew Me Here. A thief once climbed over the fence into someone's vegetable garden. H

A Strong Wind Blew Me Here. A thief once climbed over the fence into someone's vegetable garden. He started harvesting the vegetables, and putting them into a sack. Suddenly, the gardener approached and a conversation ensued between them: Gardener: what are you doing here? Thief: A strong wind blew me here. Gardener: why are those vegetables in your hand? Thief: I was trying to stop myself from being swept away by the wind. Gardener: Then what are the remaining vegetables doing in your sack? Thief: That was what I was wondering about when you came.