He'd hooked the plow to the ox and off they went. After about one-hundred yards the ox stumbled. The farmer stopped and said,:That’s one.”
The ox got up and continued for another fifty yards and stumbled again.
The farmer said, “ That’s two. “
The ox finally managed to go another thirty yards before stumbling again.
The farmer said, “ That’s three.”
He then walked up to the ox, pulled out his pistol from his waistband and shot the ox in the head causing him to die instantly. He went back to his wife who began bombarding him with a barrage of disparaging remarks.
“Now look what you’ve done. How will you get the field plowed now? We won’t have a crop, what will we have for food in the future?” On and on it went. She eventually had to take a breath and when she did he calmly turned to her and said, “ That’s one.”