There was a farmer known as Mohan who had everything he ever wanted in life. A good family, good friends, a pet bed bug and a photoshopped image of Jessica Black. The only problem being, he suffered from incessant headaches. Headaches that would plague his thoughts, which would make him uncomfortable at all times and which would prevent him from completely doing any farming work that he was expected to do. He tried on and off to analyze his aches and wondered what could be their source. One day while farming he hit upon the reason and ran to his wife, pausing every 20 seconds to make sure the blood doesn’t not rush too much into his head. He reached his wife panting, and she co-incidentally was painting.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I have found the source of the aches” he said frowning.
“Well my headaches are related to my farming”
“They are My-Grains”.
His wife stabbed him to death with her paintbrush after that. No more headaches recorded ever since.