This story isn’t funny per se, but it’s worth telling. It happened during World War II in Nazi-occupied Poland. One of the many restrictions the Germans imposed was a ban on grinding grain into flour. In the town where my friend’s grandparents lived, Polish families were forced to house German soldiers.
On this particular day, the German officer living in the home didn’t leave at his usual time. The family waited and waited, but he still didn’t budge. This was quite inconvenient because they had planned to grind all the grain that day, and they couldn’t possibly do it with the German officer around.
Finally, the youngest child in the family had had enough and decided to take matters into her own little hands. She went up to his door and knocked. The officer opened the door.
“When are you leaving?” she asked point blank.
“Why do you want to know?” the surprised soldier exclaimed.
“Because we want to grind the grain!” the little girl answered.
The officer stared at her, grabbed his jacket, and left the house. He never said a word.
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It’s a beautifiul and moving story.
I agree.