A Swede took a trip to Fargo, North Dakota. While in a bar, an Indian on the next stool spoke to him in a friendly manner. Look, he said, let's have a little game. I'll ask you a riddle. If you can answer it, I'll buy YOU drink. If you can't, then you buy ME one. Okay? Ya, dat sounds purty good, said the Swede. The Indian said, My father and mother had one child. It wasn't my brother. It wasn't my sister. Who was it? The Swede scratched his head and finally said, I give up. Who vas it? It was ME, chortled the Indian. So the Swede paid for the drinks. Back in Sioux Falls the Swede went into a bar and spotted one of his cronies, Sven, he said, I got a game. If you can answer a qvestion, I buy you a drink. If you can't, YOU have to buy ME vun. Fair enough? Fair enough, said Sven. Okay . . . my fadder and mudder had vun child. It vasn't my brudder. It vasn't my sister. Who vas it? Search me, said Sven. I give up. Who vas it? It vas some Indian up in Fargo, Nort Dakoda.