In a courtroom, down south, in Harlingen, Texas…
The lawyer placed his hands on either side of the witness stand and demanded, “Mr Smith, when you were at the scene of the accident, did you, or did you not, tell the Mr. Perry, one of our most important ranchers, that you had never felt better in your life?”
“Yes Sir,” Farmer Smith “I did.”
At that, the lawyer leaned back, hooked his thumbs in his pants and preened. ‘Well then, Mr. Smith, how is it that you are now claiming you were seriously injured when Mr. Perry’s tractor hit your car?’
“Ahh… When Mr. Perry ran through my pasture, he hit my horse and nicked my dog before his tractor smashed into my car and came to a stop.”
“Yes. Yes,” The lawyer waved his hand dismissively in the air. “Those facts have already been established.”
Mr. Smith scratched his head, and hemmed and hawed a little more before saying. “When Mr. Perry got out of his tractor, he went over and looked at my horse, decided it was suffering, so he shot him. Then he walked over to my dog, saw it was suffering and shot him too.”
“Mr. Smith, would you just answer the question.” The lawyer banged his fist on the table.
