A townie meets a shepherd:
– What lovely sheep! Tell me, what kind of food do they eat?
– Well, the white ones eat grass.
– And the black ones?
– Them too.
– And how far do they walk each day.
– Well, the white ones about 5km.
– And the black ones?
– Them too.
– Why do you always tell me first what the white ones do when the black ones do exactly the same?
– The white ones are mine.
– And the black ones?
– Them too.
Voltaire writes somewhere about arriving in Persia, which is divided between devotees of white and black sheep. Which do you prefer, they ask him, but he’s smarter than to be caught out that easily. Whichever is tenderest, he replies.
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