An old farmer had an old mule. The mule was very old and very sick, in fact the veterinarian told the old farmer the best thing to do would be to put the poor animal down and said he could do it painlessly. But the old farmer just couldn’t bear to lose the old faithful mule.
A few days later when the pastor called the old farmer, he told the pastor all about the old mule. After hearing the story the pastor kindly asked if the old farmer would like him to shoot the mule to put it out of its misery.
“Yes, pastor, that would be mighty fine of you, I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
That day Billy Bob came to talk to the pastor. The pastor said “I’d love to chat with you but I have an errand that I need to attend to, want to come along with me?”
“Sure, I’ll come” said Billy Bob.
As they drove to the old farmers house the thought crossed the pastor’s mind that he could have a lot of fun with this. He decided to make up a fib and see if Billy Bob would believe it.
“Billy Bob, I’m so mad at that old farmer I just don’t know what to do. Every time I think of him I get madder. I’m to the point now that if I wasn’t a pastor, I’d be thinking about killing him. Maybe I’ll just kill his mule, instead.”
They arrived at the house and the pastor pulled out his rifle and strode angrily to the back of the barn where the old mule was. Billy Bob heard a shot and saw the pastor walking back to the truck with a smoking gun. Billy Bob’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything.
“I’m going right up to that old man’s house and tell him what I did” said the pastor.
He put the rifle back in the truck. After the pastor finished talking to the old farmer he walked back to the truck and was surprised to hear four gunshots. Suddenly Billy Bob came running around the corner with the rifle.
“I got him good, pastor, I just shot three of his chickens and one of his cows, let’s get out of here!”