A Canadian visits a small church while on holiday in Scotland.

The Canadian is intrigued by the intricately carved pulpit and, being something of a history buff, would like to know more about it so approaches the little old vicar.

“Excuse me sir, would you be so kind as to tell me what the pulpit is made of?”

“Aye. Wood.”

“You would?”
“Nay yew, is oak.”

“Oak? Eh?”

“Glad to have helped.”