So a zookeeper in Adelaide calls his opposite number in Launceston.
"Listen mate we have one of your wolves here, but the poor bastard is badly injured."
"That's impossible! The Tasmanian Wolf is very rare, and Adelaide is far outside its range."
"Right, well, we have a positive ID; it's one of yours."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Poor bloke has already chewed three of his legs off, and he's still in the trap."
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