I know, I know, I promised no more puns, but this one is really quite clever.
A mathematician visited a native American reservation.
He spoke with an old native American woman who was sitting on a buffalo pelt. She said, "My son runs so fast, he can reach that mountain all the way over there by sundown."
Then he spoke with a woman sitting on a coyote pelt. She said, "My son is so strong, he can wrestle a buffalo to the ground."
Then he spoke with a woman sitting on a hippopotamus skin. She said, "I have no sons. But I can run to the mountain before sundown, and I can wrestle a buffalo to the ground."
Then the mathematician realized that the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.
He spoke with an old native American woman who was sitting on a buffalo pelt. She said, "My son runs so fast, he can reach that mountain all the way over there by sundown."
Then he spoke with a woman sitting on a coyote pelt. She said, "My son is so strong, he can wrestle a buffalo to the ground."
Then he spoke with a woman sitting on a hippopotamus skin. She said, "I have no sons. But I can run to the mountain before sundown, and I can wrestle a buffalo to the ground."
Then the mathematician realized that the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.
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