Raffling the Donkey

Luke, a farmer, who was originally from the city, was out plowing his field one day when his tractor got stuck in the wet ground. An old-timer driving by stopped his truck and walked over to the fence."You need a mule to plow such wet ground," he said."Do you know where I can buy one?" asked Luke. Well," said the old man, "I just happen to have one for a hundred dollars." "Ill take him," said Luke, counting out the money."I can't bring him over to-day," said the old-timer, pocketing the money."But I'll have him over to you tomorrow for sure." The next day, the truck pulled up and the old farmer got out."Sorry," he said, "but I got some bad news. I went out after breakfast this morning and I found the mule dead.""Well," said the city feller, "then just give me my money back." "Can't do that," said the old-timer apologetically."I went and spent it already.""OK," said Luke."Then just unload the mule." "What ya gonna do with him? asked the old man."I think I'll raffle him off," replied Luke."You can't raffle off a dead mule!" chuckled the farmer."Oh, yeah?" said Luke. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead." A month went by, and the city fella and the farmer ran into each other at the barber shop."What ever happened with that dead mule?" the old man asked."I raffled him off," said Luke."I sold a hundred tickets at two dollars apiece and made a ninety-eight dollar profit."Didn't anyone complain?" asked the old-timer."Just the guy who won," said Luke, "so I gave him his two dollars back."