The tail of a dog

Everyone has probably heard the anecdotes about chickens. And although few take them seriously, northern deer farmers are really very similar to the characters of these anecdotes, as naive and confident as children.
In the nineties there were difficult times for them. Colloquials began to collapse, products and goods to import almost stopped, no one began to hand over their products, mostly - deer and fish. Then they began to come regularly on deer stalls to the vault settlements, bringing for sale meat and fish, as well as sand skins. Chinese and Greek shubs have not yet filled the shelves, and flour was in great demand. With the money earned, the deer farmers bought flour-sugar and other products, gasoline, ammunition and, of course, vodka, which at the time was something like a local currency, it could be much to change for.
Most workers in the industry tried not to offend them, it is like offending a child, they still had a hard life. Rather, on the contrary, they brought them old clothes from the city, bought bags with candy in the store: "Take the kids." But in the family is not without shit. We have one as well.
One late evening, in the car, where this comrade and his neighbor lived, they knocked. He opened the door behind which stood a young elephant:
A shell of hope?
How many do you have?
I brought two.
I will take both. I give you two bottles of vodka.
The price was quite small, so we negotiated a little, but we still got together for two: - Okay, carry.
He brought two bottles of vodka: - Give your skins!
Wait, I will check it out.
What to check there? Here are the bottles, give the skins.
- My last time a bag of fish brought, you gave three bottles of vodka, in two water was found. I will check.
Okay, it wasn’t me, but someone else. This is a good vodka, look! Here’s a bit of a mess, so I’ll give you another one!
Well, only my own will check anyway.
He turned the block, smelled the bottle, then checked the second: - Take the skins.
A satisfied buyer entered the car and boasted to the neighbor: "Look, the sand skins have been broken, and just for two bottles!
Will you do them again? Let me look at the skin.
He took the skirts, shaken, led his hand over the snow-white fur. Then he turned his fur out, looked closely and suddenly began to sneeze. Thick wide paths with thick black threads to the skin of the white rabbit were sewn sand tails.

Mother of Siberia (c)