A backwoods farmer, sitting on the steps of his shack, was approached by a stranger who was
passing through.
“How’s your wheat coming along?” asked the stranger.
Didn’t plant any.” Really? I thought this was good wheat country.”
“I didn’t plant because I was afraid it wouldn’t rain.”
“How’s your com coming along?”
“Didn’t plant any.”
“Really? I thought this was good corn country.”
“I didn’t plant any because I was afraid of com blight.”
“What did you plant?”
“Nothing,” said the farmer, “I just played it safe.”
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