Morris, a city boy moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the next day. The next day, the farmer drove up and said, 'Sorry, but I have some bad news. The donkey died.'
'Well, then, just give me my money back.'
'Can't do that. I went and spent it already.'
'OK, then. Just unload the donkey.'
'What ya gonna do with him?'
'I'm going to raffle him off.'
'You can't raffle off a dead donkey!'
'Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead.'
A month later the farmer met up with the city boy and asked, 'Whatever happened with that dead donkey?'
'I raffled him off. I sold 500 hundred tickets at two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898.'
'Didn't anyone complain?'
'Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.'
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