A talking horse

A travelling salesman stopped alongside a field on a country road to rest a few minutes.The man had just closed his eyes when a horse came to the fence and beganto boast about his past. "Yes sir, I'm a fine horse. I've run in 25 racesand won over £5 million. I keep my trophies in the barn." The salesman worked out the value of having a talking horse, found thehorse's owner and offered a handsome sum for the animal." Oh, you don't want that horse," said the farmer." Yes I do," said the salesman, "and I'll give you £10,000 for the horse." Recognising a good deal, the farmer said without hesitation, "He's yours." While he wrote out his cheque, the salesman asked, "By the way, whywouldn't I want your horse?" "Because," said the farmer, "he's a liar - he hasn't won a race in hislife."