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I'm not sure if this is really sad or really funny
STORY
when my grandfather was stationed in Germany [he joined the army to avoid the draft], he stayed briefly near the home of a wine merchant. The ground floor of his house was full of huge barrels of all kids of wine, and there was more in the barn behind his house. The young couple had a son who loved wine. His mother and father would give him a small amount of wine distilled in a lot of water, but he hated that, he wanted the real thing. He carried around a mid-sized flask that he would drink this concoction from. One day, no one could find th little kid; people were searching everywhere for him, but he was not to be seen. One person had the bright idea to look for him in the hayloft in the back. They found the two year old in the hayloft, compleatly drunk with his flask almost empty of his father's best wine.