An elderly, local farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morn ‘til night (sometimes longer) she would be complaining about something. The only time he got any relief is when he was out plowing with his old horse and he plowed a great deal.
One day when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old horse into the shade, sat down on a stump and began to eat his lunch. Immediately his wife began to pester him. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on.
All of a sudden the old horse lashed out with both hind legs…caught her in the back of the head, killing her dead on the spot.
At the funeral, several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd.
When a woman mourner approached the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement.
This happened so consistently that the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. So, after the funeral, the minister approached the farmer, and asked why he always nodded his head in agreement with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.
The old farmer said, “Well the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked or how pretty her dress was, so I’d nod my head in agreement.
“And what about the men?” the minister asked.
“They wanted to know if the horse was for sale.”