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.”
“No thanks,” said the young man. “My father wouldn’t like it.”
“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.
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 I can find him!”
“Well,” replied the young farmer, “look down. He’s under the load of hay.”