Monday, October 26, 2015

MopDog Monday: From tree to toothpick

I like jokes that are applicable to certain life situations. Like Aggressive Piglet and the Lawnmower. Or Little Rabbit and the Death List.

Or this one:

An old székely man is sitting outside his house, working on carving a large tree trunk. A boy passes by, sees him work, and stops.
"Good day, uncle. What is that going to be?"
"A new beam for the roof."
The boy walks away. Some time later, on his way home, he sees that the man is still working, and the piece of wood is somewhat smaller now.
"Good evening! What is that going to be?"
"A new axle for the cart."
The boy walks on. The next morning he passes by again, and sees the old man whittling away on a smaller piece of wood.
"Good morning, uncle! What is that going to be?"
"A new leg for the kitchen table."
Boy goes by. On his way home he checks in again.
"Good evening! What is that going to be?"
"A new wooden spoon."
The next time the boy is surprised to see the old man still sitting outside, whittling away.
"Good day, uncle! What is that going to be?"
"A toothpick, my son. If I don't **** it up again."

We have all been there.

Székely jokes are a distinct genre within Hungarian joke-lore. They usually depict székely people as stoic, patient, and blessed with ingenuity and a quiet sense of humor. I will probably post more of them later on.
I wanted to post this one, not only because it is fun, but also because a very similar story exists in a folktale format as well, known as "The Blue Coat." Anyone who has done crafting at some point knows this feeling - "I can still make use of this somehow..." In fact, among those of us who know the joke, the punchline has become a saying on its own, usually invoked when working on a particularly complicated project.

Apply generously.

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