Horse for sale
Now, the Italian farmer speaks very poor English, but manages
to answer well enough. "Yep, yep, disa is da horse for-a sale."
"This horse here?" quizzes the old farmer, "Why he's a fine
horse! Why-ever would you sell him?"
"Well," sighs the Italian farmer, "He no looka so good anymore."
The old farmer, convinced that his neighbor has lost his mind,
makes the sale and leads the horse across his field over to the
stable. As he taps the horse gently on the back to coax him into
the stable, he watches as the horse misses the door completely
and smacks head first into the wall. "That ol' cheat sold me a
near blind horse!" growls the old farmer. He then proceeds to
storm over across the field, reigns in hand, to give his neighbor
a piece of his mind.
"You sold me a near blind horse you ol' cheat and you didn't even
tell me!" he screams.
"Eh! I tolla you!" cries the Italian farmer, "I say, 'he no looka
so good anymore!'"
