So, a stage ventriloquist was passing through Texas, stopped at a farm to ask for some water. The farmer was an agreeable but rather dull Aggie, so the ventriloquist thought he would have some fun with him.
“Sure thank you, friend. Your dog told me you had really good water, and he was telling the truth…”
“My dog? Stranger, you’ve been in the sun too long, dogs can’t talk!”
“Oh? Say, Rover, how does this guy treat you?”
And the dog appeared to answer.
“Oh, not bad. Get to chase the occasional rabbit, table scraps for supper, lay around in the sun and lick my balls…Pretty good, over all.”
The Aggie was dumbfounded.
“How about your horse, does he talk?”
By now the Aggie was somewhat shaken, and uncertain
“Well no, not so far as I know…”
“Hey, Dobbin! How does this guy treat you?”
“Not bad, not bad. A little light on the feed bag, but most of the heavy work is done by the tractor, so I don’t have any real complaints…”
The Aggie farmer was stunned.
“Well, looky there, you have a sheep! Does your sheep talk?”
“Oh, sure, sheep talk, everybody knows that. But they lie!”