I was at a trader’s place one day. He had just traded for a team of mules.
I looked at the mules and they looked pretty wild and spooky, especially one.
The trader told me that when you harnessed them, one mule would kick the quarter strap out of your hand, without touching your hand. Good aim!
A few days later, on a Saturday, the trader, a good friend, called me.
“I hauled a load of manure with those mules this morning,” the trader told me.
“You did? What happened when you kicked that spreader in gear? Were they a little fast?”
He replied, “Well, I won’t say they were fast, but I don’t think some of that ***** has hit the ground yet!”