service his cows.
The banker who lent the money later stopped by to see how his
investment was doing.
"That bull won't even look at my cows. All he does is eat!" the rancher
complained.
The banker suggested, "I' ve got a veterinarian friend. I'll send him
out to check him out.
Maybe he's got some pills or something."
The next week, the banker returned. "Did that vet help?" he asked.
The pleased farmer replied, "Sure did! That bull has serviced every one
of my cows, broke through the fence, and then serviced every one of my
neighbor' s cows!"
"Wow," said the banker, "what kind of pills did he give him?"
"Don' t know," said the farmer, "but they're kinda pepperminty! "
