A politician was touring his rural constituency in his shiny Range Rover, press in tow, visiting farmers, showing his face, and trying to come across as a man of the people.
He suddenly found the narrow country lane blocked by a bull being led by a small girl with a rope through its nose ring.
As the girl tugged at the aggravated bull’s rope, the politician got out to see how he could be of assistance.
With the press looking on, he approached the girl and asked, “Young lady, just what are you doing with such a large, dangerous animal on the public road?”
“This old bull?” says the girl. “I’m taking him down to the neighbors’ place to service one of their cows.”
“Shouldn’t your father be doing that?” asks the politician.
“Oh no…” says the girl. “It has to be the bull.”
