Ouch!

A poacher was in the woods, busy cleaning out some rabbits he had snared when he heard a rustle in the bushes. Fearing the arrival of the gamekeeper, he froze into stillness and peered through the bushes to see who was there. Relieved to see it wasn't the gamekeeper, but was instead the local vicar relieving himself in the woods, the poacher decided to take revenge for all the sermons that had been delivered so pointedly aimed at him in the past. Taking some rabbit entrails, he carefully and quietly poked them underneath the squatting vicar, and then stole away to await the vicar's appearance back on the road.
The vicar emerged from the wood, looking as white as a sheet.
"Good morning, Vicar" said the poacher, "how are you this fine day?"
"Terrible" replied the vicar, " I was taken short and had to enter the woods to relieve myself and whilst doing my business, I lost all of my insides - but by the Grace of God, and with a little stick, I managed to get them back in again"