Never underestimate illiterates’. ..!!!!
A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural North Wairarapa . Heshot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field onthe other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence,an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what hewas doing.The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell inthis field, and now I'm going to retrieve it."
The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are notcoming over here."
The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneysin New Zealand and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sueyou and take everything you own."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know howwe settle disputes in North Wairarapa . We settle smalldisagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'"
The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"
The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on myland, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick methree times and so on back and forth until someone gives up."The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest anddecided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abideby the local custom.
The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walkedup to the attorney.
His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work bootinto the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!
His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last mealgushing from his mouth.
The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to hisrear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and remaining strengthand very slowly ma nag ed to get to his feet. Wiping his facewith the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it'smy turn."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can havethe duck."
The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are notcoming over here."
The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneysin New Zealand and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sueyou and take everything you own."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know howwe settle disputes in North Wairarapa . We settle smalldisagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'"
The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?"
The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on myland, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick methree times and so on back and forth until someone gives up."The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest anddecided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abideby the local custom.
The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walkedup to the attorney.
His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work bootinto the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!
His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last mealgushing from his mouth.
The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to hisrear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and remaining strengthand very slowly ma nag ed to get to his feet. Wiping his facewith the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart. Now it'smy turn."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can havethe duck."
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