Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Big Black Horse


A man drove too fast down a country lane, skidded on some black ice and ended up in a ditch. Fortunately, a farmer appeared moments later, leading a big black horse. When he saw the man’s predicament, he offered to help.

“If we tie a rope around the car, I think old Black Bess here will be able to help get it out.”

So they tied the rope from the horse to the car and the farmer shouted,

“Come on Starlight, pull as hard as you can!” but the horse didn’t move.

Then the farmer shouted,

“Come on Silky, one, two, three. Pull!”

But still the horse didn’t move. So for a third time the farmer yelled,

“OK, Dobbin, pull now.”

Nothing happened. Then he called,

“Go on Black Bess, my beauty, pull hard.”

This time, the horse took the strain and slowly pulled the car out of the ditch. The motorist was very grateful but also a little puzzled.

“Don’t mind me asking,” he said, “but why did you call the horse by all those different names?”

“Well, it’s like this,” explained the farmer. “Old Black Bess is blind and if she thought she was the only one pulling, she’d never have bothered trying.”

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