One morning when I was going out of the house, I met my neighbor’s daughter who was pregnant.
When I returned home, I saw her father closing the door.
I told him: “Your daughter hasn’t married, yet I wonder how it is possible a girl without any husband be pregnant?
For a moment, her father with a bitter smile said: “She isn’t pregnant;
it is all wind in her belly. She farts and would recovery.”
Next year perchance I saw the same girl with a baby in her arms.
Next day when I was going out facing her father, so I told him:
“I saw your daughter with her fart in her arms.”
