A plane crashed on a farm in the middle of Outback Queensland.
Panic stricken, the local Police mobilized and descended on the farm in force.
When they got there, the aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hull left smoldering in a tree line that bordered the farm.
The Sergeant and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of anyone.
They spotted the farmer mustering cattle not too far away as if nothing had happened.
They hurried over to the man's Horse.
"Gordon," the police Sergeant yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this terrible plane accident happen?"
"Yeah. Sure did," the farmer mumbled unconcerned, getting off the Horse.
"Do you realize that is the Prime Ministers Jet ?"
" Sure do
"Were there any survivors?"
"Naah. They's all got killed straight out," the farmer answered.
"I buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning."
"Is the Prime minister dead?" the Sergreant asked.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, . "He kept saying he wasn't but you know how that bastard lies."