(Many years ago father and son were having a man to man talk…)
Zan's Dad: "We fled our land leaving behind my 40 donuts... damn those gavurs!

Zanny: "

Zan's Dad: "Sure... sweater than sugar, finer than ice…

Zanny: “Sweet and fine???

Zan's Dad: “Green?

Zanny: “By Allah,

Zan's Dad: “Err yeah…

