Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..." Two military types come up behind the farmer. Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!" Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens" Police: "Vat are you Feedink dem, Comrade??" Farmer: "Corn." Police: "Fool! There is a shortage of corn!!!" They beat him up. Oof. Ow. Police, dragging him away: "Three years in the work camps for you!" Narrator: Three years later, ... Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..." Two military types come up behind the farmer. Farmer, standing up some: "Uh oh ..." Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!" Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens" Police: "Vat are you Feedink dem, Comrade??" Farmer: "Wheat." Police: "Fool! There is a shortage of wheat!!!" They beat him up. Oof. Ow. Police, dragging him away: "Five years in the work camps for you!" Narrator: Five years later, ... Farmer: "Here, chick chick chick ... Here, chick chick ... chick ..." Two military types come up behind the farmer. Farmer, standing up some: "Uh oh ..." Police: "Comrade! Vat are you Doink!" Farmer: "I'm feedink my chickens" Police: "Vat are you Feedink them, Comrade??" Farmer: "Rubles." Police: "Rubles? But vy are you feedink them rubles, Comrade?" Farmer: "They can buy their own food!"
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