Old farmer & his mule

An old farmer had a horrible wife who nagged him mercilessly. From
morning
till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about
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 again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.

All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught
her
smack in the back 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 approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute,
then
nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he
would
listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.

This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer
about
it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked
him
why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his
head
and disagreed with all the men.

The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something
about
how nice she looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in
agreement."

"And what about the men?" the minister asked.

"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."