A farmer lived just off a quiet rural road, but as time went by, the traffic slowly built up at quite an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day. 

So one day he called the police station and said, "You've got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens."

"What do you want me to do?" asked the desk sergeant.

"I don't care, just do something about those drivers!"

So the next day he had the council workers go out and erect a sign that said:

SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING

Three days later the farmer called the police and said, "You've got to do something about these drivers. The 'school crossing' sign seems to make them go faster."

So, again, the sergeant sends out the council workers and they put up a new sign:

SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY

And that really sped them up. So the farmer called and called and called everyday for three weeks. 

Finally, he asked the sergeant, "Your signs are doing no good. Is it all right for me to put up my own sign?"

The sergeant told him, "Yeah, put up your own sign." He was going to let the farmer do just about anything in order to have him stop calling. 

Well, the sergeant got no more calls from the farmer. In fact, three weeks after the farmers last call, the he decided to call him. "How's the problem with those drivers? asked the sergeant. Did you put up your sign?"

"Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since then. I've got to go. I'm very busy." And he put the phone down.

The sergeant thought to himself, "I'd better go to that farmer's house and look at that sign... There might be something there that WE could use to slow down drivers." 

So he drove out to the farmer's house, and he saw the sign. It was a whole sheet of plywood. And written in large yellow letters were the words:

SLOW: NUDIST COLONY