Hey, ho, another late night. Good thing I had a four-hour nap today!
Reader's Digest Online says that peppermint can do you a lot of good.
So a small town rancher goes to his bank and applies for a loan. When asked why he needs the money, the rancher explains he would like to purchase a bull so that he can increase his stock of cows, which will increase his dairy output.
The banker agrees to lend the money, and in the true spirit of small town America, heads out to the ranch a week or two later, to look in on the bank's investment.
The rancher is despondent. "Dang bull is worthless. Just eats grass. Won't even *look* at the cows."
The banker suggests that perhaps a visit from the town's veterinarian might be in order, knowing that if the rancher does not increase his herd and dairy output, he may well end up defaulting on the loan.
Another week or two goes by, and again the banker stops at the ranch. This time the farmer is beaming from one ear to the other.
"That ol' bull has not only taken care of all my cows, a few days ago he jumped the fence and, umm, 'serviced' all of my neighbors cows, too!"
"Wow," says the banker. "What did the veterinarian do?"
"Just gave him a couple of pills," replied the rancher.
"Huh. Interesting. What kind of pills were they?" asked the banker.
"Dunno," the rancher retorts, "but they taste like peppermint."
[Joe's Clean Laffs]
WORDS for YOUR WEEK: "You look at a herd of cattle and well, they all look the same. But they know. They all have an individual personality, and those personalities change from day to day. They can have their grumpy days and their happy days and their serene days. But it's unpredictable. You can't be off in outer space when you're dealing with animals." (Chris Cooper)