"Ah, the farmer, he kicks the first sack, 'Meow,' and so on. He kicks the second sack, and the boy inside says, 'Woof!' Pretending to be--" Kolya pointed at me to finish the sentence. "A cow." "A dog. When he kicks the third sack, the boy inside says, 'Potatoes!' " We walked in silence. "Well," said Kolya at last, "other people think it's funny." On"