This farmer would have the preacher over for sunday dinner, every sunday. After dinner he would
start haggaling with the preacher over a set of mules that the preacher owned. This went on for years and the farmer and preacher just could not get together on the price. But the economy got bad and the parrishioners just didn't have the income to support the Preacher.

  So the preacher decided to give in and sell the mules to the farmer. He went that sunday to dinner and sold the mules to the farmer. Now you know mules are dumb creatures and will do the just the opposite of a horse. Where you couldn't force a horse to jump of the side of a hill the mule will go willingly.

  Now the next day the farmer hooked up the team of mules to the wagon and decided to go to town. So he got on the wagon and said getty up and the mules just sat there. So the farmer thought and thought now what did that preacher say to make them start oh yea "Praise the lord". So the mules started and the farmer wanted to know how fast they were so he "Praise the lord" and they went a little faster, "Praise the lord" and faster still and he continued this until the mules were running as fast as they could go.

  Then the farmer started trying to stop the mules because of a curve in the road and they wouldn't stop. Now what did that darn preacher say to stop the team oh yea omen "!omen!" "!omen!"  and the team stopped just off the road at the edge of a cliff.

  The farmer said "whew.............Praise the lord"

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