[at-l] The Reason for the Answer is Important! Could be OT but you never know.

[Bror8588 at aol.com (Bror8588@aol.com)]

A farmer named Clyde  was driving his pickup truck, had an accident and was 
In court, suing  the trucking company whose driver was accused of causing the 
accident. Their  fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde. 
 

 
"Didn't you say at the scene of the  accident, 'I'm fine,'?" asked the 
lawyer.    Clyde responded, "Well, I'll tell you what  
 
happened. I had just loaded my  favorite mule, Bessie, into the ." 
 

 
I didn't ask for any details," the  lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the 
question. Did you not say, at the scene of  the 
 
accident, "I'm fine!?"  
 

 
Clyde said,  "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving 
down the road .  " The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying 
to establish  the fact that at the scene of the accident, this man told the 
Highway Patrolman  on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after 
the accident he is  trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud.  Please 
tell him to  simply answer the question." 
 

 
By this time, the Judge was fairly  interested in Clyde's answer and said to 
the  lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule,  
Bessie". 
 

 
Clyde thanked the  Judge and proceeded, "Well as I was saying, I had just 
loaded Bessie, my  favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the 
highway when this  huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my 
truck right in the  side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown 
into the other. I was  hurting, real bad and didn't want to move. However, I 
could hear ole Bessie  moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape 
just by her groans.  Shortly after the accident a Highway 
 
Patrolman came on the scene. He  could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he 
went over to her. After he looked  at her, he took out his gun and shot her 
between the eyes.  
 

 
Then the Patrolman came across the  road, gun in hand, looked at me, and 
said, 'How are you feeling?'  
 
"Now what the hell would you say?"