A reporter went way up into the hills of West Virginia to write an article
about the area.

He met an old man in a small town and asked him about any
memorable events in his life.

The old man said, "Well, one time my favorite sheep got lost, so me and my
neighbors got some moonshine and went looking for it.

We looked and looked
and finally found the sheep.

Then, we drank the moonshine and, one by one,
started screwing the sheep. It was a lot of fun!"

The reporter figured he can't write an article about that, so he asked the
old man to tell him another story.

The old man said, "Well, one time my neighbor's wife got lost, so me and
all the village men got some moonshine and went out looking for her. We
looked and looked and finally we found her. Then, we drank the moonshine
and, one by one, screwed the neighbor's wife. Now, THAT was a lot of fun!"

The reporter, feeling frustrated, told the old man that he couldn't write
articles about those stories and asked him if he had any sad or dramatic
memories that he could talk about.

The old man paused a little and with a sad expression on his face said,
"Well, one time I was lost ..."