Two guys get lost in Scotland. One of the guys is older than the other, so he takes charge. "I think we should head in that direction, because that's south Scotland - that should get us back to Fawkuurt safely."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, that's where the sun is shining brightest!"
"OK, I'll trust you..."
After two hours of walking, a three-foot long arrow just misses them, and lodges into a door. The older one says: "Hurry, we better get outta here, this is Celtic territory. Run if you want to stay alive!"
They walk for a further three hours, and a smaller two-foot long arrow just misses them and lodges into a door. The older one says: "Quick, hurry. This is Rangers territory. Run if you want to stay alive!"
Six hours later, they are walking through a park, and a four-inch long arrow lands right in front of them. The younger guy immediately starts to run...
The older one starts laughing and shouts for him to stop.
"What's wrong? I thought that arrow was a warning sign that we were in the wrong territory."
"Oh, aye, it is a warning, but not for us. We're back home, safe in Fawkuurt!"
"But how do you know for sure?"
"Look at the size of the arrow. This is 'Shire territory. WEE ARRA' PEEPUL."