This story’s about a farmer’s daughter who never realy tasted life.
Being almost in her thirties, she still lives with her parents.
One day, her mother comes to her; grips her shoulder quite firmly,
looks her straight in the eyes and says: “My dear… Your father
and I are two old persons who won’t be wandering on earth for too
long anymore… You should go out into the world and find a nice
young man to marry and to have children with.”

“But mother,” she replies, “I don’t have any idea what the world
outside our farm grounds is like…”

“Have no fear, my daughter… I will teach you how to find a suitable
man…” And thinking about the way SHE met her husband, the mother
starts telling her daughter how to meet a guy…

“The next time there’s a prom at the village, you will be going. You
should wear your Sunday gown and for the occasion, it would be
advisable to bathe. When a boy comes to you and asks if you would
like to dance, do so. When he comes to dance for a second time, do
so as well. Then, he will ask you if you’d like to go outside with
him to ‘catch some fresh air’. Go outside with him. Next, he’ll take
you for a walk into the forrests. Keep giving in, don’t be affraid.

Finally, he’ll ask you if you’d like to ‘take a dive into the bushes’.
This will be the moment when it all happens. After having examined the
flora, ask him what he’d like the baby to be named…”

The daughter, being very proud of this solemn mother-daughter-thing
-moment goes into town to see when the next party will occur. On a
sign-board, she finds out that there is a prom the next Saturday.

That Saturday, the girl goes to the dance in her sexiest outfit,
wearing some blush and eyeliner. After a while a nice fellow comes to
her and asks if she’d like to dance. Remembering what her mother
taught her, she dances with the man; once, twice. Half an hour later,
the guy asks is she’d like to go outside with him to taste the cold,
fresh air. She accepts. He asks her to have a quickie in the bushes,
she gives in.

After having had intercourse, the girl asks the man: “Er… And how
are we going to name the baby?”. At that moment the man removes the
condom he had been using, looks at it and says: “If he gets outta here,
we ought to call him Hudini”