A student of journalism arrives to a village to make a reportage on how life is there. Then, he comes to one of the villagers, and says:
-Please, I am making a reportage on your village. Could you tell me an anecdote of this village?
The villager begins:
-Once, one of the goats in our herd got lost in the woods, and as the tradition goes, we all gathered together, drank all the bottles of wine and started searching for it. When we found it, as the tradition goes, we came back to drink and one by one, we had sex with the goat...
The journalist interrupts:
-Hey! This reportage will be released to the public. I cannot publish that! Look, could you please tell me a happy anecdote of the village?
The villager goes:
-OK. Once the wife of one of our neighbors got lost in the woods, and as the tradition goes, we all drank and started her search. When we found her, as the tradition goes, we drank and one by one, we had sex with her...
The journalist couldn't stand it anymore, and wanting to evade the topic, he told the villager:
-Look, could you please tell me a something sad?
The villager, wiping out the tears that started to drop from his eyes, told the journalist:
-Well, once I got lost in the woods...
-Please, I am making a reportage on your village. Could you tell me an anecdote of this village?
The villager begins:
-Once, one of the goats in our herd got lost in the woods, and as the tradition goes, we all gathered together, drank all the bottles of wine and started searching for it. When we found it, as the tradition goes, we came back to drink and one by one, we had sex with the goat...
The journalist interrupts:
-Hey! This reportage will be released to the public. I cannot publish that! Look, could you please tell me a happy anecdote of the village?
The villager goes:
-OK. Once the wife of one of our neighbors got lost in the woods, and as the tradition goes, we all drank and started her search. When we found her, as the tradition goes, we drank and one by one, we had sex with her...
The journalist couldn't stand it anymore, and wanting to evade the topic, he told the villager:
-Look, could you please tell me a something sad?
The villager, wiping out the tears that started to drop from his eyes, told the journalist:
-Well, once I got lost in the woods...