One morning when I was going out of the house I met my neighbor’s daughter who was preg**nt.
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 preg**nt?
For a moment her father with a bitter smile said: “She isn’t preg**nt;
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.”