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An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.

From mornin’ ’til night, she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. 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: nag, nag, nag nag nag nag nag nag nag nag nag…

All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet, caught the wife smack in the back of the head, and killed her on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister had just finished his sermon when he noticed something rather odd. When a female mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement—but, when a male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.

This was so consistent, and the minister just could not figure it out.

So, after the funeral, the minister asked him about it.

“Oh, that,” said the farmer. “Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I said, ‘Yes, yes,’ and I nodded my head in agreement.”

“OK. And what about the men?” the minister asked.

“Oh, well, they all wanted to know if the mule was for sale.”