09-08-2020, 03:37 PM
One Halloween night, a conversation took place between a father and his bastard son.
"Dad, I want to be a farmer when I grow up."
"Why's that, son?"
"So I can trick the neighbours into accepting me for who I am."
"What's that, son?"
"My father's son, a lover and a livestock tamer."
"That's endearing, son. What neighbours are you talking about?"
"They walk on 4 legs, and have names like Fluffy."
"You mean the animals, son?"
"They don't give me any treats. But they don't avoid or run away from me either."
"Halloween doesn't work like that, son."
"But bastards do. When you got no one, who you gonna call?"
"..."