A travelling salesman had just delivered to the local farmer…

A travelling salesman had just delivered to the local farmer

when he noticed a horse beckoning him over from a nearby

field.

“Look at me in this bloody useless field,” said the horse to

the man. “I should be treated like royalty, the number of

races I’ve won, everything from the Cheltenham Gold Cup

to the Grand National,” he boasted.

The salesman looked at the horse in awe. If he owned a

talking horse, imagine the money he could make! So he went

and sought out the farmer.

“I’d like to buy your horse,” he said.

“You don’t want him,” the farmer replied.

“I certainly do, and I’ll give you £50,000 for him,” he

persisted.

“Okay, it’s a deal,” said the farmer and they shook hands.

“By the way,” asked the man, looking puzzled. “Why

wouldn’t I want the horse?”

“Because he’s a bloody liar, he’s never won a race in his life.”

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