You have two cows...

[Yoyoma1910]

Cajun:


Your name is Clovis Leblanc. You have 1 cow. Theoretically you should have 2, but because of some disagreement between your state government and the federal government you will never receive your second cow. The one cow you have speaks archaic dialects of various languages that no other cows seem to understand.

Because of a game of bouré that got out of hand, you put that cow on the side of the road to sell.

Your cousin Pierre Mouton sees the cow and offers to buy it.

You say, " 'Tit Pierre, I cannot sell you dat cow. She don't look so good."

He replies, "Clovis, you crazy, dat cow looks just fine to me."

You reply further, "Pierre, I'm gonna tell, dat cow don't look so good."

Pierre then says insistently, "Now Clovis! I say dat cow looks fine! You may be my cousin's husband, but you ain't no good if you don't take my money. Now, sell me dat cow."

You shrug, "A'right Pierre, but I warned you... She don't look so good."

You sell your cow to Pierre Mouton, your wife's cousin, twice removed.

...

You then take the money and buy some pigs, which taste better than cows anyway.

...

A week later Pierre comes back mad as heck:

"Clovis! What are you doin' selling me a blind cow!!!!"

You shrug, "I warned you Pierre: She don't look so good."