Anno 1870. Dragoons are quartered in a village.

[Harry]

Anno 1870. Dragoons are quartered in a village. A sergeant is housed in a farm. Clattering spurs and rattling sabers, he moves like a rooster on the dung. The farmer looks at this for a while without saying a word. Lunch. The sergeant takes his saber out of its scabbard, places it on the table in front of him and sits down. But then things get too stupid for the farmer. He goes out, gets a pitchfork and puts it on the table in front of him. The sergeant is taken aback: “What does that mean?” – “Nothing,” says the farmer, “or at most that we farmers also know what is appropriate. A big knife goes with a big fork.”