Driving along a country lane I saw a particularly lifelike scarecrow. I pulled up to take a closer look and realised that what I thought was a scarecrow was actually a man. I watched for a few minutes, during which time he stood perfectly still, not even blinking. Puzzled, I opened the gate and walked across the field to him.
'I've been watching you now for a few minutes and you haven't moved, not so much as a muscle twitch. I'm puzzled: what are you doing?'
'I'm waiting for my Nobel prize.'
'But to be awarded a Nobel prize you have to do something really special, something outstanding.'
'That's right, and I'm a farmer out standing in his field.'