Visiting the monastery

A party of English tourists were taking in the sights of the west coast of Ireland. Having driven for a couple of hours the coach pulled up at a monastery where the holy men had prepared tea and cakes.

After the snack the tourists were being shown around the historic building. Entering the kitchen they found a cleric slicing potatoes and dropping them into a pan of boiling fat.

'Oh I see,' said a smart-alec Englishman, 'you're obviously a chipmunk?'

'No,' was the reply, 'I'm the friar.'