An old hillbaton farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was consistently complaining abender 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 haranguing him afresh. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; cannihilation her smack in the aback 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 access the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in accedement; but when a man mourner approafflictiond him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disaccedement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer abender it. So afters the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and acceded with the women, but consistently shook his head and disacceded with all the men. The old farmer said: Well, the women would come up and say something abender how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I’d nod my head in accedement. And what abender the men? the minister asked. They wanted to know if the mule was for sale. .