To the houses where the husband was the boss, he gave a horse. To the houses where the wife was the boss, he gave a chicken.
When the farmer arrived at the end of the street, he met Banta and Preeto, who were outside gardening.
"Who's the boss around here?" he asked.
"I am," replied Banta.
"Well, then, I have a black horse and a brown horse," the farmer said.
"Which one would you like?"
Banta thought for a minute and said, "The black one..."
"No, no, no... the brown one," interrupted Preeto.
The farmer shook his head and remarked to Banta, "Here's your chicken."
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