David, din't you hear about the cowboy, that was passing a farm. The farmer asked the comboy, do you wan't to work for me?
OK, replied the cowboy, on one condition, not too much talking. You are employed, replied the farmer.
One year passed, then another, and they did not say a word to each other. Then one day, the farmer said, the horse is ill.
Then a new year or two passed. One early morning the farmer said. The horse is dead. Then the cowboy replied. I quit. Why? asked the farmer. Too much talking about your horse.
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