There was this bragging Aretai lancer, a giant of a man, enjoying an evening at an inn in an oasis see, and this little dwarf hunchback fool somersaulted up to him and looked right at him, see, and in a loud high voice said so that everyone could hear, “I understand that half the Aretai lancers play with themselves when bathing and the other half sing, and do you know what they sing?”
The lancer, angered by the fool's performance, replied in a gruff voice, “No, what do they sing, fool?”
Well, the diminutive fellow looked around at the crowd of people and cried out, “I didn't think he would know!”
They say he barely scampered away with his life as the people roared with laughter.

There was this traveling Merchant working in the Barrens near the Thentis Mountains, see, and he stopped by a Peasant’s house to try and sell him a scroll on animal care. He told the Peasant that his animals had told him that he was not a good owner and that he needed to make some changes, and he said that the scroll would help him care better for the animals.
The Peasant scoffed, of course, at the idea that the Merchant could talk with the animals.
“I can prove that I can communicate with animals,” the Merchant said. "For example, when I came up to the door and you heard the hunting sleen making all that noise, it was really telling me that you don’t feed it very much at all.”
“That's nothing,” replied the Peasant. “A hungry hunting sleen is a good hunting sleen.”
The Merchant continued, “Then your kaiila told me that you ride it hard and don't take good care of it afterward and that you don't let it feed for long periods at a time.”
The Peasant answered very defensively, “Kaiila are supposed to work hard, and they don’t need that much care, and I need mine to not get fat and lazy. That’s no proof that it talked to you.”
“Then,” the Merchant went on, “I spoke with that she-tarsk penned over there, and ...”
Here the Peasant interrupted, yelling, “That no-good she-tarsk is a liar! Here, sell me that scroll and be on your way!”