The old farmer's mule had finally died of old age just before spring
planting, so the farmer made a trip to town to buy another mule.
His
$125 didn't buy much, but he was satisfied with his purchase and he made
arrangements to return the next day with a horse trailer to pick up the mule
and the dealer agreed to keep it overnight for him.
Early the next
day, the old man returned. "Jim," said the mule dealer, "that old mule died
last night. I'm real sorry to have to tell you this. I know you were counting
on it for your spring garden." The dealer offered Jim his money back, but Jim
said a bargain was a bargain, loaded the mule on his truck and left.
A
couple of months later the mule dealer happened to drive by Jim's place and
was astonished to see Jim working his garden on a *NEW* $4,000 garden
tractor. Honking his horn, he called Jim over and asked him how in the world
he had managed to buy a tractor when not to long ago all he had was the $125
that he'd spent on the mule that died.
"Well", Jim explains, "After
leaving with the mule, I had this idea. So I stopped off at the local print
shop and had 2,000 $2 raffle tickets printed up. Grand prize: Gardening
Equipment. I sold all the raffle tickets to people around
town."
"Yeah, but where did you get the gardening
equipment?"
"From you."
"No, I mean the equipment you had as
the raffle prize."
"I got it from you."
"Jim, all you got from
me was a dead mule."
"I know, that's what I raffled off."
"My
Goodness, Jim! You raffled off a dead mule?! I'll bet that really made a lot
of people mad when they found out about it."
"Naw, not really. The
only one really ticked off was the winner, and I gave him his money back."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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