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A frail grandfather comes to the woodshed and says to the loggers:
- Guys, take me to the brigade. Lumberjacks are surprised:
- Where are you, grandfather, with your health.
- Well, hire a cook. They took me as a cook. The next morning, loggers do not find any(//tractor-service.com)
breakfast, grandpa. They leave the hut and find a clearing that goes away.
in the distance Go for it. You see, at the end of the clearing, the grandfather is felling the forest to the right and to the left.
Astonished lumberjacks ask:
- Grandpa, where did you learn that?
- In the Sahara, - grandfather answers briefly.
- Yes, there are no trees there.
- And it won't be here.