[Swanny]

An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning 'til night she was always complaining about something.
The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule.

One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field.
He drove the old mule to a shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat
his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging him again.

Complain, nag, complain, 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 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 male mourner approached
him, he would listen, 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 my wife 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.."