The city slick was spending some time with his country cousins. The
first
morning the farmer said,"We need some help today. I'd sure appreciate it
if
you could take the bull to pasture three to breed with the cow there."
The
city slicker agreed. Six hours later, he staggered back to the farm
house,
his clothing all torn and disheveled. The farmer took a look, then
asked,"The bull give you a problem?" "Hell, no. the bull was eager and
raring to go." "Then why did it take you all day?" "Because," the city
slicker replied, "The cow fought me for hours before she'd roll over on
her
back."