Jurisdiction

The officer of the law of a certain village was one day sitting under a shade tree, resting his eyes, when a disheveled figure rushed to his side and began to shout, "Help, you must help me. I am a stranger here, and while I was passing through your town someone jumped me from behind and stole everything I own. You are in charge here, and I demand that you find the culprit."

The officer cracked one eye at the stranger and said, "I see that you still have your undergarments."

"Yes, these they did not take."

"Well," said the lawman, "The thief was not from our village, things are done with thoroughness here. It's out of my jurisdiction and I cannot be of help." --"Magnus Machina" by Jan Cox p.129