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
tried to plow a lot.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
what about the men?" the minister asked.
wanted to know if the mule was for sale."