An old station hand

 

He watches the smartly dressed yuppie select one of the animals and looks on  with amusement as the man gingerly picks it up & stuffs it into the boot of his car.


As the yuppie is carefully brushing the dust & hair off his suit, Billy says,


“Hey, if I can tell you exactly what work you do & where you come from, will you give me back my calf?”


The yuppie thinks about it for a second, wondering what this wrinkled up dirt encrusted uneducated old man could possibly know? He grins and then says,


“Okay, old fella, why not? I’m a believer in fair play.”


“You’re a politician & you work in Canberra.” says the old-timer.


“Wow! That’s correct,” says the yuppie, “but, tell me how on earth did you guess that?”


“No guessing required.” answered Billy


“You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollar’s worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don’t know a thing about how working people make a living – or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep.


Now give me back my dog.” !!!!!