The Peppermint Prescription


Every week after John purchased a brand-new bull, he known as his pal trying apprehensive.
“One thing’s mistaken with this bull,” he complained. “All he does is eat grass. He received’t even take a look at the cows!”
His pal prompt,
“Take him to the vet. Perhaps there’s one thing mistaken.”
Every week later, John known as once more—however this time, he sounded thrilled.
“You received’t imagine it!” he shouted.
“The vet gave the bull some drugs, and immediately he began doing his job!”
His pal laughed.
“That’s nice! Did they really work?”
“Work? The bull went fully wild!”
“He broke by way of the fence and began chasing each cow within the neighborhood!”
“He’s an absolute machine!”
His pal was amazed.
“Wow! What sort of drugs did the vet give him?”
John paused.
“I do not know…”
“However they tasted like peppermint.”
His pal stared on the telephone.
“John… these weren’t drugs.”