A backwoods farmer,
sitting on the steps
of his shack, was approached
by a stranger who was
passing through.
“How’s your wheat coming along?”
asked the stranger.
Didn’t plant any.”
Really? I thought this was good wheat country.”
“I didn’t plant because I was afraid it wouldn’t rain.”
“How’s your corn coming along?”
“Didn’t plant any.”
“Really? I thought this was good corn country.”
“I didn’t plant any because I was afraid of corn blight.”
“What did you plant?”
“Nothing,” said the farmer, “I just played it safe.
