MULE

 

An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From

morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about

something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with

his old

mule. He plowed a lot.One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him

lunch in the

field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began

to eat

his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag,

nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with

both hind feet; caught her

smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot. At the funeral

several days later, the minister noticed something rather

odd. Then a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for

a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner

approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in

disagreement. This

was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked

him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his

head

and disagreed with all the men. The old farmer said, "Well, the women would

come up and say something

about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my

head in

agreement." "And what about the men?" the minister asked.

"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."