This was sent to me via email from my mom on February 4, 2002.
A city boy, Rodney, moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old
farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.
The next day the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, but I have some bad news....
the donkey died." "Well, then, just give my money back." said the city boy.
"Can't do that." said the farmer. "I spent it already." "OK, then, just
unload the donkey!" said the boy. "What ya gonna do with him?" asked the
farmer. "I'm going to raffle him off." answered the city boy. "You can't
raffle off a dead donkey!" replied the farmer. "Sure I can." said the city
boy. "Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead." Well, a month later,
the farmer met up with the city boy and asked, "What happened with the dead
donkey?" "I raffled him off." replied the city boy. "I sold 500 tickets at
two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898.00." "Didn't anyone complain?"
asked the farmer. "Just the guy who bought the winning ticket." replied the
city boy. "So, I gave him his two dollars back."
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