Old man and the mule


An old 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 tried to plow 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. When 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".