A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.
“Well, it dates back to our honeymoon,” explained the man. “We visited the Great Dividing Range and took a trip to the top of a mountain by donkey. We hadn’t gone too far when my wife’s mule stumbled. My wife quietly said, ‘That’s once.’
We proceeded a little further and the mule stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, ‘That’s twice.’
Hadn’t gone a half- mile when the mule stumbled the third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her pocket and shot the mule dead.
I started to yell at her for her treatment of the mule when she looked at me and quietly said ‘That’s once.”