A dwarf, and elf, a human and a hobbitare telling jokes in a bar.
There is an orc at the table.
It is therefore an uncomfortable party. The elf has been looking daggers at the orc all night, who has been drinking and eating and oblivious to the hostility. The dwarf will not even speak, and not even the most amusing distant familial anecdote of the hobbit can make him smile.
Finally it's the elf's turn.
"Picture all Ardis a waste. In all the barrenness, there is but one tree, from which may grow a forest. From its nesting birds may grow flocks to fill the skies. From the little things gathering nuts amongst its roots and branches, the greening might spread.
"Someone is cutting down that tree. And what is he thinking?
"This orc will eat tonight!"
Nobody laughs but the orc. "GOOD JOKE! We also tell this joke. Is truth, like all good joke."
He laughs long and loud.
"GOOD JOKE"
Finally it's the elf's turn.
"Picture all Ardis a waste. In all the barrenness, there is but one tree, from which may grow a forest. From its nesting birds may grow flocks to fill the skies. From the little things gathering nuts amongst its roots and branches, the greening might spread.
"Someone is cutting down that tree. And what is he thinking?
"This orc will eat tonight!"
Nobody laughs but the orc. "GOOD JOKE! We also tell this joke. Is truth, like all good joke."
He laughs long and loud.
"GOOD JOKE"
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