The journalist and the villager.

A journalist is traveling across the country, visiting all the small villages he finds in his way.

One day, he meets a villager:

-Good morning, sir. I'm making a documentary about the customs and traditions of many villages and you are the first person I've found today. Can I ask you a few questions?

-Sure, go on.

-Perfect. To 'break the ice', I'd like you to tell me a funny story of something that has happened in your village.

-Well... there was that time when a woman in the village got lost in the woods. We, all men in the village, gathered in assembly, started to drink, decided to find her, went to the woods, found her, drank a lot more and then, we took turns fucking it.

The journalist, a bit horrified, told him:

-Sir... This documentary is for families... I can't tell this story in it. Let's try something else.... Could you tell me something interesting that happened in your village?

-Sure I can. There was this time when a sheep got lost in the woods. We, all men in the village, gathered in assembly, started to drink, decided to find it, went to the woods, found it, drank a lot more and then, we took turns fucking it.

The journalist coudn't believe what he was listening, and, with a really worried expression, said to the villager:

-Uh.. sir. It's a... lovely story. But I'm afraid I can't use this story either. Let's try one last time... Could you tell me a sad story that happened in your village?

The villager, suddenly starts crying, and while sobbing, he says:

-Well... There was this time when I got lost in the woods...