“He’s a mule. Don’t tell me he understood people?”
“I tell ya, it’s true,my grandpa was there!”
"Old Jake mule thought he was human. He’d sidle in to where everyone was sitting yacking around the campfire. Stick his head in-between the people talking. One guy would talk. Jake would look at him. When the guy beside him talked, Jake looked at him. The nights it rained, Jake’d stick his head through the fly on the tent so he could keep just his head dry."
“It’s true. Grandpa talks about that old mule all the time.”
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