The Mule

[Joe T.]

An old East Texas 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 harassing him again.
Complain, 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.
"Well," the farmer answered. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."