One winter, a Frenchman had a travel in London. It was November and it was very cold. He caught a very bad cold and coughed day and night. So he decided to get some medicine for his cough. But he did not know how to pronounce the word"cough". He thought it over and remembered that he had learned the word"plough". So he thought that c-o-u-g-h must be pronounced [kau].
Then he went to a chemist 's shop When the man in the shop asked him what he wanted, the Frenchman said I want something for my cow, please.
The man in the shop looked at him. Had he heard him correctly？
“ I beg your pardon,sir？”he asked. The Frenchman repeated I want some medicine for my cow."
“ For your cow？" asked the man.“ Are you a farmer？”
“ A farmer？” said the Frenchman in surprise.“ What makes you think I'm a farmer？ I come from Paris I'm not a farmer." “Where's your cow, then？ "asked the man in the shop.
"It's here！" replied the Frenchman. He put his hand on his chest and began to cough.“ Here it is！” he said.“ I've had cow here.
Then the man in the shop understood what the Frenchman meant. He wanted some medicine for his cough.