Before reading on - there no intent to offend anyone - this is just humor, not real life.

A missionary goes to the lower portion of Africa  - in the 19th century - to bring the good word to peoples previously unknown. He makes his way to a medium settlement of semi-nomadic people and sets up his one-man mission. He is a patient man, gentle yet persuasive and he slowly grows a flock from the people, primarily reaching out the women. At the same time, he succeeds in establishing a working relationship with the chief of the settlement.

Months pass, his small parish flourishes and an actual church - a chapel really - is built by communal christian effort. Then, a year into his tenure, trouble hits: the chief calls him over for a talk. The missionary is mystified because there was no hint of disagreement up to now. So, he asks the chief "what is the trouble?".

The chief, without a word walks him over to a hut and point to one of the women, who happens to be a member of his flock: she is nursing a healthy newborn - a white baby!

The missionary, a fast thinker, remembers the rules of genetic selection and recessive genes, but how is he going to explain this to the chief who is illiterate?

As he is pondering his predicament, his gaze falls on the herd of sheep in the distance and he has his answer: "Chief" he says "it is like this... Sometimes a child is like the sheep that you own. He can be different, like that one black sheep that you see up there..."

At which point the Chief brusquely interrupt: "OK, OK, you don't talk about that sheep and I forget all about that child".

Happy New year everyone