Your sheep ate my onion.

One evening, an old man went to herd sheep and passed by a farm (where wheat was threshed). They were raising the land, and someone said, hey, shepherd, your sheep are blocking our wind. The old man replied, what? My sheep ate your onion. The angry old man had no choice but to go home. When he got home, he said to his wife, I was herding sheep there today. The small farm said that our sheep ate other people's onions. His wife said, your pants are loose. You old prude.