A couple was celebrating their golden wedding
anniversary.
Their domestic tranquillity had long been the
talk of the town.
A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to
the secret of their
long and happy marriage.
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon,"
explained the man.
"We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip
down to the
bottom of the canyon by pack mule.
We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule
stumbled. My
wife quietly said 'That's once.'
We proceeded a little farther when the mule
stumbled again.
Once more my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.'
We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule
stumbled a third
time. My wife promptly removed a revolver from
her pocket
and shot him. I started to protest over her
treatment of the
mule when she looked at me and quietly said
'That's once.'
