A blonde city girl was out driving and found herself in a rural area. Being a city girl, this was unfamiliar territory for her, she was more used to the streets and avenues and the frequent stop lights rather than the wide open spaces.
She spotted a farm animal in a field, standing next to a farmer, so she stopped the car to ask the farmer a question.
“Sir,” she inquired, “Why doesn’t this cow have any horns?”
The farmer cocked his head for a moment, then began in a patient tone.
“Well, miss”, the farmer said, “cattle can do a powerful lot of damage with horns. Sometimes we keep’em trimmed down with a hacksaw. Other times we can fix up the young ‘uns by puttin’ a couple of drops of acid where their horns would grow in, and that stops ’em cold. Still, there are some breeds of cattle that never grow horns. But the reason this cow don’t have no horns, miss, is ’cause it’s a horse.”
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