IJMC - That Old Favorite Mule...

Welcome once again to that most wonderful of daily treats, the IJMC 
Post (technically, this is last Saturday's post...). In today's episode, 
we have a lavishly detailed courtroom exerpt describing the trials and 
tribulations of one Farmer Joe and his Favorite Mule Bessie. Now without 
further ado, I take you to the scene in progress!                  -dave






 Farmer Joe decided his injuries from the accident were serious enough
 to take the trucking company (responsible for the accident) to court.
 In court the trucking companies fancy lawyer was questioning farmer
 Joe. Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, "I'm fine," said
 the lawyer.

 Farmer Joe responded, "Well I'll tell you what happened. I had just
 loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the......."

 "I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer interrupted, "just answer
 the question." "Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm
 fine!'"

 Farmer Joe said, "Well I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I
 was driving down the road..."

 The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to
 establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told
 the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several
 weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client." I believe he
 is a fraud.  Please tell him to simply answer the question."

 By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Farmer Joe's answer
 and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his
 favorite mule Bessie."

 Joe thanked the Judge and proceeded, "Well as I was saying, I had just
 loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her
 down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop
 sign and smacked my truck right in the side.  I was thrown into one
 ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting real bad and
 didn't want to move.  However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and
 groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly
 after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could
 hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he
 looked at her he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then
 the Patrolman came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked
 at me.  He said, "Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her.
 -how are you feeling?"