A Quaker threat
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Sent by Paul Shaw
I’m a Baptist, so I’ll tell this on the Baptist. Bro. Hershel Owen; pastor of a Baptist church in Gordo, Alabama; told me this joke.
A Quaker owned and milked a cow. This cow would make even a preacher want to cuss it, the way it would kick over the milk bucket. The old Quaker went out to milk her one morning, and she was ornery as usual.
The Quaker placed the milk bucket underneath and began to milk, and she let him get the bucket about half full and kicked over the bucket. He patiently picked up the bucket and put it back in place and began again to milk.
He barley got started before she kicked over the bucket again. Once again the old Quaker was patient. He got his bucket back in place and again half filled it. Again the cow kicked over his bucket.
This time he decided he better do something or he would have no milk for his family.
So he walked in front of the cow and spoke to her face, “Old cow, thou knowest that I am a Quaker, and I cannot strike thee or curse thee. However, old cow, there is something that thou mayest not know. I can sell thee to a Baptist.”