How Are You Feeling?

Ole’s car was hit by a big truck.  In court, the trucking company’s lawyer was questioning Ole.  “Didn’t you say, sir, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine?’” asked the lawyer.

Ole responded, “Vell, I’ll tell you vat happened.  I had yust loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the...”

“I didn’t ask for any details,” the lawyer interrupted.  “Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine.  Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client.  I believe he is a fraud.  Please tell him to simply answer the question.”

“No,” said the Judge.  “I’d like to hear what he has to say about Bessie.”

“Vell,” Ole proceeded, “as I vas saying, I had yust loaded Bessie into da trailer and vas driving her down da highvay ven dis huge semi-truck ran da stop sign and smacked my car right in da side.  I vas thrown into one ditch and Bessie vas thrown into da other.  I vas hurting real bad and didn’t vant to move, but I could hear Bessie moaning and groaning.  I knew she was in terrible shape yust by her groans.

“Then da Highway Patrolman, he came to da scene.  He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he vent over to her.  After he looked at her and saw her bad condition, he took out his gun and shot her right ‘tween da eyes.  Then da Patrolman he come across da road, gun still in his hand.  He looked at me and said, “How are you feeling?”