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“Young Moishe, moved to Montana and bought a horse from a farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the horse the next day. The next day he drove up and said, ‘Sorry son, but I have some bad news, the horse died.’
Moishe replied, ‘Well, then just give me my money back.’
The farmer said, ‘Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.’
Moishe said, ‘Ok, then, just bring me the dead horse.’
The farmer asked, ‘what ya gonna do with him?
Moishe said, ‘I’m going to raffle him off.’
The farmer said, ‘You can’t raffle off a dead horse!’
Moishe said, ‘Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.’
A month later, the farmer met up with Moishe and asked, ‘What happened with that dead horse?’
Moishe said, ‘I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a net profit of $898.00.’
The farmer said, ‘Didn’t anyone complain?’
Moishe said, ‘Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.’
Moishe grew up and works for the government……….”
Nu does any one have any more yiddishe Kop ideas?
Way to go Moish!
for where i come from, i’d say we’ve got quite a few of those yiddishe kop’s.
Debby, I don’t know where you got that from but here’s the original:
Wonder Horse. The name alone evoked awe. The horse that was famous far and wide for his stunts and tricks was not called Wonder Horse for naught. There was no other like him. However, the owner of the Wonder Horse realized that the horse was getting old. He decided that it would be prudent to sell the horse before it died, this way ensuring himself a tidy profit. Unfortunately, not many people were able to afford the exorbitant price he was charging for it.
The Wonder Horse
horse, his Wonder Horse, lay motionless. His brain refused to comprehend what his eyes saw. He ran back to bed, certain that he was having a bad dream.
Early the next morning, he once again hurried out to the stable. When he saw his dead Wonder Horse he realized that his dream last night was not a dream. He began pacing back and forth, desperate for a way to at least recoup his losses. It took a few hours, but he eventually hit upon a brilliant plan. He ran inside, picked up the phone, and dialed the local daily newspaper. The next morning, he looked at the front page of the newspaper. He was certain that no one would miss the piece about the raffle for the Wonder Horse.
He got there exactly on time. The wealthy man walked together with the young man to the stable. They entered the stall and the young man saw the horse for the first time. He looked questioningly at the wealthy man.
The wealthy man looked back at him. Then he non-chalantly pulled a ten-dollar bill out of his pocket, handed it to the young man, turned around and walked out of the stable.
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