Telephone conversation goes:

"Hello, is this the police?" "Yes it is. How can we help you?"

"I'm calling to report about my neighbour, Wazza.
He's hiding cocaine inside his firewood!"

"Thank you very much for the call."
The next day, police officers descend on Wazza's house in great
numbers.

They search the house and then go out to the shed where the
firewood is kept.

Using axes, they bust open every piece of firewood but they
find no cocaine.

They swear at Wazza and leave.

The phone rings at Wazza's house.

"Hey, Wazz. Did the cops come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop up your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, maaaaate"

Where do you read anything about Tasmania?

Point taken!