Government surveyors came to Ole’s southern Iowa farm last spring and asked if they could do some surveying. Ole agreed, and Lena even served them a nice meal at noontime.
After their work was done, the surveyors told Ole, “You were so kind to us; we wanted to give you the bad news in person, instead of by letter.”
“What’s the bad news?” asked Ole.
“Well, your farm is right on the state line,” the surveyors said, “and after our work was completed, we discovered your farm is not in Iowa. It’s actually in Missouri.”
“That’s the best news I’ve had in a long time,” said Ole. “I was just telling Lena this morning that I don’t think I can take another winter in Iowa !”
3 comments:
Good joke!
I love it! Sometimes I think I can't take another winter in Rainelle. I wonder if a surveyor could move me next door to Rupert.
Well poo, I am next door to Rupert. I meant: next door, to Rupert. What a difference a comma can make.
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