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>      An old country farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully, from 
morning till night she was always complaining about something. 
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>      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 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, and killed her dead on the spot. 
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>      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. 
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>      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.'  
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>      'And what about the men?' the minister asked. 
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>      'They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.'