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 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. Imme-
diately, 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.
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