for brucie:

"The farmer finally made it big and decided to build a fine new house on the
old family homestead. When the architect was plotting out the building site,
the farmer told him, "Now, I don't want you disturbing that tree over there."

"Really?" asked the architect, "Why not?"

The farmer smiled shyly, "Well, because it was right under that there tree
that I had my first experience with sex."

"How sentimental," said the architect.

"And don't disturb that tree over there, either," the farmer went on.

"Really?" asked the architect again. "Why not?"

"Because that's where her mother stood watching us."

"She watched?" cried the incredulous architect. "What did her mother say?"

"Baaaaaa!"