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

Suddenly, Mabel turned serious. “You know, as much as we joke about getting old, I feel incredibly grateful. Not everyone is blessed with the kind of friendship we have.”

Harold nodded. “That’s true. We’ve been lucky. Lucky to have each other, lucky to share these moments.”

George, ever the sentimental one, added, “And perhaps, it’s these small things—the laughter, the stories, the silly talks about farts—that remind us of what truly matters. It’s not just the big events but the everyday moments that fill our lives with meaning.”