A bounty hunter comes into town and seeks out the sheriff. "I'm a bit short of cash, Sheriff. You got any varmints or outlaws you need rounded up?"

“Well,” says the sheriff, “There is one fella, goes by the name of Michael Kindt, but he’s kinda strange.”

“Strange? Strange how?”

“Well, he’s got a brown paper hat, and he wears a brown paper shirt. He’s got on brown paper pants, and brown paper chaps. Wears brown paper boots, too, and a brown paper holster with a brown paper gun.”

“Golly,” says the bounty hunter, “that is mighty strange, all right. What’s he wanted for?”

“Rustling.”