I Met My Neighbor’s Daughter
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 a girl without any husband may 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 recover.”
Next year perchance I saw the same girl with a baby in her arms.
The next day when I was going out facing her father so I told him:
“I saw your daughter with her fart in her arms.”
