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.”