The Talking Horse

A travelling salesman stopped alongside a field on a country road to rest a few minutes.

The man had just closed his eyes when a horse came to the fence and began to boast about his past:

- Yes sir, I'm a fine horse. I've run in 25 races and won over £5 million. I keep my trophies in the barn.

The salesman worked out the value of having a talking horse, found the horse's owner and offered a handsome sum for the animal.

- Oh, you don't want that horse, - said the farmer.

- Yes I do, - said the salesman.

- and I'll give you £10,000 for the horse.

Recognising a good deal, the farmer said without hesitation:

- He's yours.

While he wrote out his cheque, the salesman asked:

- By the way, why wouldn't I want your horse?

- Because, - said the farmer.

- He's a liar - he hasn't won a race in his life.