The boy marries a beautiful lady.
Lovely. After a while, the guy writes to mom.
– Mom, my wife gave birth to a nice boy.
Parents, of course, very happy. The son writes again after a while.
– Mom, my son is getting darker and darker.
My wife hasn’t got any milk, and our baby is being milked by a silk black woman living in the neighborhood.
Could it be out of it?
– Oh son when you were born, I also definitely didn’t have milk, I feed you cow’s milk but horns, as I understand it, just grew now.