A man from the city had moved the country and figured he needed a farm animal. So from one his neighbors up the way he bought an old mule.
"That'll be $100 young fella, bring him by tomorrow." The Old Timer said.
On the way home, the Old Timer stopped off and bought some supplies, spent some money dranking and drove up to his house to find the mule dead in his yard. He called the man from the city to tell him the bad news.
"Your new mule died. Sorry"
"Well, just gimme my money back, no harm."
"Can't do that, already spent it."
"Well then, okay. Hey, can you drop the mule off in the morning anyway?"
"But the mule is dead, son."
"So you said, but just drop him off in the morning."
So the next morning, the farmer loaded up the dead mule and dropped off at the city fella's place. A few weeks went by and the farmer was passing and decided to stop in and see what the guy had done with what he bought.
"Hey man, I'm curious, what did you do with that dead mule?"
"Oh, that. I held a raffle to win him. Sold about 500 tickets at $2 apiece."
The Old Timer was shocked. "Didn't somebody complain you was raffling off a dead mule?"
"Yeah, the guy who won didn't like it."
"So what did you do?"
"I gave him back his $2."
