A minister walking down a country lane sees a young farmer. Struggling to load hay back onto a cart. “You look hot, my son”. said the minister. “Rest a moment and let me give you a hand.”

A minister walking down a country lane sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart. The minister says to him, “You look hot, my son. Rest a moment and let me give you a hand.”

“No thanks.” Said the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.”

“No thanks,” says the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” the minister said. “Everyone is entitled to a brake. Come and have a drink of water.” Again the young man said that his father would be upset.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” the minister said. “Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water.” Again, the young man said that his father would be upset.

Loosing his patience, the minister said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind. Tell me where I can find him!”

Losing his patience, the minister said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind! Tell me, where can I find him?”

“Well”, replied the young farmer, “look down. He’s under the load of hey.”

“Well,” replied the young farmer, “look down. He’s under the load of hay.”

By: Briana Do, Abhiraj Gill