Mismated


A Texas lad, lacking a team of horses or oxen or mules for his

ploughing, engaged his sister to direct the plough, while he yoked

himself to a steer for the pulling. The steer promptly ran away, and the

lad had no choice but to run too. They came shortly into the village and

went tearing down the street. And as he raced wildly, the young man

shouted:



"Here we come--darn our fool souls! Somebody head us off!"



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