Then he sprang to his feet and said, “Come, let me show you my mule.”
They walked outside, where a limp-looking mule stood as though he might collapse at any minute.
“I’d like to sell you my mule,” the governor said.
“How much do you want for him?” the man asked.
“Five hundred dollars.”
The man stared in disbelief.
“Governor, that mule looks like he might die before we finish this conversation. No offen…