A Bostonian was riding horseback through Vermont to the city of Chesterfield. By the road he saw a young guy cutting down a thick tree.
- Jack, Jack! - the rider shouted. — Am I going to Chesterfield correctly?
- Where did you get the idea that my name is Jack? — the guy was surprised.
“I guessed it right,” answered the rider.
“Well then, it won’t cost you anything to guess the right road to Chesterfield,” the lumberjack remarked.
But I must tell you that every Yorkshireman in America was called Jack.
The Bostonian moved on. It was already dark, night was approaching. A farmer meets him. The Bostonian asks him politely:
- Tell me, buddy, did I choose the right road to Chesterfield?
“That’s right,” answered the farmer. “But it’s better to swap your horse’s tail and head, otherwise you’ll never get there.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru