Accident with a Texan
Murphy was driving the horse and trap home from the pub on a warm summer's
evening. Beside him sat Toby the labrador, great guard dog and constant friend.
Suddenly the still of the evening was rent by a tremendous engine noise and round
the tight bend in the country lane came a huge Mercedes car doing at least seventy
miles an hour. Behind the wheel sat a red-faced Texan who chewed a fat cigar and
drummed his fat fingers on the dashboard in time to the ear-splitting quadrophonic
car radio. Too late the American realised he couldn't pass Murphy and the cart
on the narrow tarmac strip - too late he realised he should have braked thirty
Too late the Mercedes car smashed into the cart scattering horse, dog and
Murphy to various points of the compass.
As Murphy lay in a daze bemoaning his fate, he saw the Texan go over to the
stricken horse. Realising its legs were broken the Yank drew out a .45 pistol
and shot the beast dead. Going over to Toby the dog, it was obvious that its back
was broken - 'bang', a second shot rang out, ending Toby's misery.
With that the big Texan came over to Murphy.
'Hey buddy, are you all right?' he asked.
'As God is my judge,' muttered ashen-faced Murphy, 'I've never felt better
in my life!'