(Painting by Susan Rothenberg)
When we had company, and the grown-ups were telling jokes, I loved to sit and listen. When I had an opening I would often ask my father to tell this joke. I absolutely loved this joke. what follows is my best recollection.
A man had a team of horses, and he could not tell them apart.
So he asked his neighbor, what can I do to help me tell these horses apart.
Why don't you dock the tail on one?
Sounded like a good idea, so he docks the tail on one.
But damn, if that did not look so good on that horse...
that he docked the tail of the other horse.
So again he could not tell them apart.
Back he goes for more advice.
Why not roach the mane on one?
So he did, but damn, that looked so good, he roached the mane of the other one.
Back he goes for more advice.
Well how about you measure them?
So he does, and sure enough there was a difference,
the black horse was a hand taller than the white one.
When we had company, and the grown-ups were telling jokes, I loved to sit and listen. When I had an opening I would often ask my father to tell this joke. I absolutely loved this joke. what follows is my best recollection.
A man had a team of horses, and he could not tell them apart.
So he asked his neighbor, what can I do to help me tell these horses apart.
Why don't you dock the tail on one?
Sounded like a good idea, so he docks the tail on one.
But damn, if that did not look so good on that horse...
that he docked the tail of the other horse.
So again he could not tell them apart.
Back he goes for more advice.
Why not roach the mane on one?
So he did, but damn, that looked so good, he roached the mane of the other one.
Back he goes for more advice.
Well how about you measure them?
So he does, and sure enough there was a difference,
the black horse was a hand taller than the white one.
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