Eleven peasants were walking through a wheat field, it reminded them of ocean waves as the ripening wheat moved back and forth. Soon they begin to fear that one of them had drowned. Sure enough when each one counted the others he only came up with ten forgetting to count himself. It remained a mystery which one of them had drowned. They told there curious plight to an old farmer. The farmer told them that there was a fresh cow-pie right there in the road and each of them should stick there noses in it.
They did, and were relieved when they counted eleven nose prints.
They did, and were relieved when they counted eleven nose prints.
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