Many years ago a man was traveling through
the mountains of Switzerland.
Nightfall was rapidly approaching and he
had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if
he could spend the night. The farmer told him that he
could sleep in the
barn. As the story goes, the farmer's daughter came down from
upstairs and
asked her father, "Who was that man going into the barn?"
"That's some
fellow traveling through," said the
farmer. "He needed a place to stay for
the night, so I said that he
could sleep in the barn. The daughter said,
"Perhaps he is hungry." So she prepared
him a plate of
food and took it out to the barn. About an hour
later, the
daughter returned, her clothing disheveled and straw in her
hair, straight
up to bed she went.
The farmer's wife was very observant. She then
suggested that perhaps
the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of
wine, took it out to the barn, and she too did not return for an hour.
Her clothing was askew, her blouse buttoned
incorrectly and her hair all
messed up. She also headed straight to bed.
The next morning at sunrise the
man in the
barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as
he left.
When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor was gone, she
broke
into tears.
"How could he leave without even saying good-bye-" she
cried, "after we
made such passionate love last night?"
"WHAT?"
shouted the father, and angrily ran out of the house looking for
the man,
who by now was halfway up the
mountain. The farmer screamed up at him,
"I'm gonna get you! You had sex with my daughter!" The man looked back down
from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth, and yelled out,
"ILAIDTHEOLADEETOO!"
And . . . now you know.
Later,
SD
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