Joe and Bessie
Joe has a farm out past Wilmer just off Highway 98.
Late last year, Joe was bringing his mule into town to the vet and got his truck and trailer hit by a big ole dump truck that couldn’t quite make the stop at Natchez Trace Road.
It was a pretty bad wreck and Joe was not bouncing back like he used to and got to thinking that his injuries were bad enough that he might ought sue the company responsible for the accident in court.
In court, the trucking company’s lawyer was questioning Joe.
“Didn’t you say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?”
”Well, I’ll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule Bessie into the–”
”I didn’t ask for any details,” the lawyer interrupted. ”Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, that you were fine?”
”Well I had just got Bessie into the trailer and was driving down the road–”
”Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now months after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.”
By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Joe’s answer and told the lawyer so.
”Well,” said the farmer, “as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this loaded down dump truck ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into the ditch and the trailer turned over and poor ol’ Bessie was thrown on in the road up a piece from the accident. I was hurting real bad and just couldn’t hardly move any without terrible pain.
I could hear ol’ Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible bad shape by the way she was groaning – it was awful. Then this State Trooper shows up and he heard ol’ Bessie moaning and groaning and carrying on so bad so he went over to take a look at her. After he looked at her he took out his gun and shot her right between the eyes.
Then the Trooper came across the road with his gun in his hand and looked at me and said, ‘Your mule was in such bad shape I had to shoot her. How are you feeling?'”