There once was a man who lived in a small town and was known for telling incredibly long jokes. One day, he decided to try out a new joke that he had been saving for a special occasion.
So, he gathered all the townspeople in the local square and began his joke. He started by describing in great detail the setting of the joke, going on and on about the weather, the time of day, and even the types of birds he could hear chirping in the background.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally started getting to the punchline of the joke. But just as he was about to deliver the final blow, a gust of wind blew through the square and knocked off his hat, causing him to lose his train of thought.
The townspeople groaned in frustration, urging the man to quickly finish the joke. But instead, he began rambling on about a completely unrelated topic, completely forgetting the punchline he had been building up to.
The townspeople, now growing restless, started to disperse, disappointed that they would never hear the end of the man's long-awaited joke. And the man was left standing in the square, scratching his head and wondering where he had gone wrong.
And so, the man's reputation as the master of long jokes was forever tarnished, as he never did manage to deliver that elusive punchline. But to this day, the townspeople still talk about the time he almost made them laugh for what felt like an eternity.