Collapse in the Street

"Three nines call for you.... collapsed person.....!" Four minutes later we are on the road specified. It is broad daylight. A little cool. But bright enough. We rode from one end of the road to the other. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Diddlysquat. We turn around and ride the other way.

We are waved down by a lady emerging from a house. A good samaritan, who must have taken the poor soul indoors.

The Duke, in the meantime has spotted a purple lump by the side of the road. He makes his way over to it, then squats down and shakes his head.

The good samaritan looks embarrassed, and says, "I rang for the Police, but then I thought that they would need an ambulance."
"Ok" says I, "Where are they?".

"Well," she says, " I thought, when I looked out of the bedroom window, that there was someone lying in the road.... but now I'm closer I don't think it is".

The Duke has returned from the lump, and whispers, "It's a horse coat! I have pronounced it dead at the roadside!"

We make our excuses and leave, wondering why someone would phone 999, then not bother to go and check, or indeed, go and check before phoning 999.
Not to be outdone, The Duke's Radio message to Control went something like this. "We have spoken to the collapsed coat, but it currently doesn't wish to travel to hospital, form signed, green on scene".....
It's a crazy world......