“You have a clogged fuel line.” Looking around, he sees no one, except a cow. Startled out of his wits, he runs across the field to the farmer’s house and pounds on the door. When the farmer appears at the door, the out-of-breath pilot stammers that his cow has just talked–and even tried to explain what was wrong with the airplane.
The farmer drawled, “Was it a brown cow?”
“Yes.”
“Did it have a white patch on its forehead?”
“Yes, yes, that’s the one.”
“OK, that’s Flossie. Don’t pay no attention to her. She doesn’t know nothin’ about aeroplanes.”