Is telling jokes a folk story?

The white goat lives in the west of the bridge, and the black goat lives in the east of the bridge. One morning, it was sunny and sunny, and both goats were going to pull weeds across the river to eat.

What a coincidence! They walked to the middle of the bridge at the same time. The white goat hummed and walked onto the bridge, while the black goat bent his head and wanted to pull weeds home. Suddenly, their heads collided. The white goat shouted angrily, "get out of the way, I'll go first!" " The black goat shouted savagely, "I should have crossed the bridge first!" """I got on the bridge first, so I should cross the bridge first!" The white goat said unconvinced. "It's me ..." "It's me ..."

The two little goats quarreled more and more fiercely, and even fought. The black goat thought, He is no match for me. I must let him make way for me. So, the black goat lowered his head and pushed the other side away with his horn. Not to be outdone, the white goat pushed up with the black goat. The strength of the two sheep became stronger and stronger, and the bridge shook. With a splash, two rude little goats fell into the river at the same time. "Help! Help! " They shouted in unison. Mother goat heard the shouts and hurriedly pulled them ashore. The wet kid bowed his head and regretted his rude behavior.