The Lost Handkerchief.
One day Donald decided to go for a morning jog. And he accidentally found a handkerchief in the middle of the street. It was a beautiful handkerchief, the size of a parachute. While he was looking at it, people passed by and winked. For some reason, one woman named Melania tripped over the handkerchief and fell. She stood up, shook herself off, transferred a roast turkey leg from one pocket to another, and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Donald decided to wrap himself in the handkerchief and take it home. He got to his house. His house was small, with one bedroom, and ten toilets. When he began to take off the handkerchief, a man tumbled out.
"Who are you?" Donald asked.
"Vance."
"Which Vance?"
"J.D."
"Which J.D."
"V.P."
"Which V.P."
"Vice."
"Vice of what?"
"The President."
"Which President?"
"Donald."
"Which Donald?" Donald asked.
"Here," said Vance, and pointed his pinky finger at Donald. Donald looked at the mirror and saw Donald there.
"That's true. This is Donald. Strange," he said, "let me give you some tea."
"There are too many calories," said Vance.
"I'll give you a cold one," Donald said.
“That is better,” said Vance, and they went off for tea. That's how they became friends.