Pigs

The preacher was doing a canvas of the community when he came upon a pleasant enough farmer. When the subject changed to the preacher inviting the farmer to Sunday services, the clodhopper's disposition became very sour.

“Ya know, Preacher! You will never get me in your church. You got a member there that has been owing me money for years,” the farmer snapped.

“Have you confronted this individual about this debt?” responded the preacher.

“Oh, he knows about it!!! Ya ain’t getting me inside the building with the likes of that fellow. In fact, I’m sure that most of the rest of them folk are just like that cheat!!!”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Well, you heard of the ol’ saying – ‘Birds of a feather, flock together’. “

Thinking his time would be better spent elsewhere, the Preacher excuses himself and leaves the farmer to his chores.

Days later, the preacher returns to the farmer’s place and tell him that he wants to buy one of his pigs.

“Sure thing, Preacher!!! Just tell me which one you want.”

The preacher stands on the second rung of the gate and points to the very back of the feed lot, “I’ll take that spotted one by the back fence.”

Surprise to see that the preacher has selected the skinniest and ugliest pig from the herd, the farmer gave the preacher a puzzled look, “OK, Preacher! Are ya sure you want that one? Any of the others would be a better choice!”

“Nope, I think that one will do nicely.”

“Uh, whatcha got in mind for that one?”

“I plan to put that pig in the back of my pick-up and ride it all around town. I’m going make sure everyone know that I got that pig from your farm. Wonder if folk will start to think that all of your pigs look like that one?”

The ol’ farmer curled one side of his mouth and said, “What time do y’all start the Sunday Service at that church, anyway?