Selling a horse

An old farmer is outside for a walk around his land when he sees a sign on his neighbour’s lawn; ‘Horse for Sale’. Curious, he decides to have a look-see. As he approaches his neighbour’s stable, he sees his old Italian friend brushing down a fine-looking stallion. ‘Hello friend, I saw your sign out there and came over to see your horse for sale.’ Now, the Italian farmer speaks very poor English, but manages to answer well enough. ‘Yep, yep, disa is da horse for-a sale.’ ‘This horse here?’ quizzes the old farmer, ‘Why he’s a fine horse! Why-ever would you sell him?’ ‘Well,’ sighs the Italian farmer, ‘He no looka so good anymore.’ The old farmer, convinced that his neighbour has lost his mind, makes the sale and leads the horse across his field over to the stable. As he taps the horse gently on the back to coax him into the stable, he watches as the horse misses the door completely and smacks head first into the wall. ‘That ol’ cheat sold me a near blind horse!’ growls the old farmer. He then proceeds to storm over across the field, reigns in hand, to give his neighbour a piece of his mind. ‘You sold me a near blind horse you ol’ cheat and you didn’t even tell me!’ he screams. ‘Eh! I tolla you!’ cries the Italian farmer, ‘I say, ‘he no looka so good anymore!’ ‘