Three little old people are sitting on a bench and talking. – Me, said the first, when I fart, it makes a lot of noise, but there is no smell. – With me, answered the second, it is the

Three little old people were sitting on a bench in a quaint park, basking in the warm afternoon sun. They were lifelong friends who had known each other since their school days, and their weekly gatherings at the park had become a cherished tradition. Today was no different. The park was bustling with activity: children playing, birds chirping, and families enjoying picnics. Amidst this lively scene, the three friends began their usual chat.

“Me,” said the first, a sprightly old gentleman named Harold, adjusting his spectacles with a chuckle, “when I fart, it makes a lot of noise, but there’s no smell. It’s like a trumpet with no fanfare.”