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

Their laughter filled the air, drawing amused glances from passersby. Their conversation, though lighthearted, was a reflection of their comfort with one another—a testament to the years they had shared. After the laughter subsided, they sat quietly for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the day.

“Isn’t it funny,” mused Harold, breaking the silence, “how we can talk about something as silly as this and still feel so connected? I suppose that’s the magic of friendship.”

Mabel nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, it is. We’ve been through so much together—life’s ups and downs, joys and sorrows. It’s nice to know we can still share a laugh over the simplest things.”