The mule

Subject: The mule

A city boy, named Kenny, moved to the country and

bought a mule from an old farmer for $100.00. The

farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.

The next day the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry

son, but I have some bad news, the mule died.”

Kenny replied, “Well, then, just give me my money


The farmer said, “Can’t do that. I went and spent it


Kenny said, “Ok, then, just unload the mule.”

The farmer asked, “What ya gonna do with him?”

Kenny, “I’m going to raffle him off.”

Farmer, “You can’t raffle off a dead mule!”

Kenny, “Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell

anybody he is dead.”

A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked,

“What happened with that dead mule?”

Kenny, “I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two

dollars a piece.”

Farmer, “Didn’t anyone complain?”

Kenny, “Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two

dollars back that left me with a profit of $898.”

Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of



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