A stranger walked into the bar and asked for a pint of beer.
Now it was a very close-knit community and the locals were
always suspicious of outsiders so they elected Jack from the
nearby farm to find out who he was.
Some minutes later after Jack had chatted to the stranger
about the weather, he asked the man what he did.
“I’m a taxidermist,” replied the man, “and I’ve really enjoyed
spending time in these parts. Yesterday I stuffed a prizewinning
sheep dog, then I mounted Mrs Smith’s goat and
today I’m going to have a go at her old pig.”
Jack returned to his mates who were dying to know what had
been said.
“It’s alright, chaps,” he replied to their questions. “I thought
he said he was a taxi driver but in fact he’s really a shepherd
like us, on holiday.”
