Uncle Am Baker was just climbing up to the wharf in Fogo from hauling his lobster pots, when he was approached by two American tourists.

"Good morning Skipper," said one of the tourists.

"'Marnin'," said Am, as he went about his business.

"Might a fella be able to purchase a few lobsters around here?" asked the tourist.

"He might," said Am.

"How much are they per pound?" asked the American.

"Don't sell 'em by the pound," said Am. "Sells 'em by the each."

"Well then," responded the tourist, "How much are they each?"

"Five dollars a pound," said Am.