We had a goat at the stall and we sold milk. One woman properly bought it every summer until one day she saw the goat herself.

It is a goat!

I: What did you get from? This is a goat.

He has a horn!

I: The female also has horns.

And the beard!! to

There is also a beard.

Q: What you’re chewing me here, I see it with my own eyes – a goat! Girls don’t have horns and beards, don’t lie!

I: Does the witch not bother you?

It is not a witch!! to

0 - O

I: But we did do it somehow, and you bought it...

J: I don’t know what you did there, but I won’t buy this anymore!! to

She really didn’t buy milk from us anymore, and walked past the barracks with the most evil look. What it was we never understood, previously communicated adequately, was positive and welcoming, and then suddenly - sailed!