Little Timmy went to a horse public sale along with his father.
As they walked via the stables, Timmy watched with fascination as his dad went from stall to stall, operating his palms up and down every horse’s legs, slapping their rumps, and firmly patting their chests.
Confused, Timmy seemed up and requested, “Dad, why do you retain doing that to all of the horses?”
“Nicely, son,” his father defined proudly, “each time I’m shopping for a horse, I’ve to examine them completely to verify they’re wholesome and in nice bodily form.”
Timmy’s eyes went broad with sudden panic.
“Oh no, Dad… I believe the UPS man is making an attempt to purchase Mother.”
