From American Folklore, via The Pet Museum.
The Talking Mule
S. E. Schlosser
A farmer owned a mule which he used for work all week. But being a Church-going man, he let the mule rest on Sunday.
One Sunday, the farmer had to go to a funeral. So he sent his son to saddle the mule.
"Since when do I have to work on Sunday?" asked the mule.
The boy dropped the saddle and ran to the house.
"Paw, the mule talked!" he shouted.
"Can't you even saddle the mule?" asked the farmer.
"But Paw, the mule don't want to work on Sunday," the boy protested.
The farmer sent the boy to his room for talking crazy and went out to saddle the mule.
"Move over," he said to the mule.
"Where's my supper?" asked the mule.
The farmer dropped the saddle in the same spot as his boy and ran out of the barn, followed by the dog.
"I ain't never heard a mule talk before," he gasped.
"Me neither," said the dog.
The man bolted for the house and slammed the door.
"The mule talked!" he told his wife.
"What!" said his wife.
"And when I exclaimed: 'I ain't never heard a mule talk before', the dog said: 'Me neither'."
"That's crazy," said his wife.
"What's so crazy about that?" asked the cat. "Haven't you ever heard of a talking mule?"
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