A couple was celebrating their golden wedding
anniversary.
Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of
the town, and on
this special occasion, a local newspaper reporter
paid them a visit. He
inquired as to the secret of their long and
happy marriage.

“Well,” explained the husband, “it all goes back
to our honeymoon.
We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down
to the bottom of the
canyon by pack mule.”

“We hadn’t gone
too far when my wife’s mule stumbled. My wife
quietly said
‘That’s once.’ We proceeded a little farther when the mule
stumbled
again. Once more my wife quietly spoke: ‘That’s twice.’ We
hadn’t
gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time. My wife

promptly removed a revolver from her purse, hopped down off the beast, and

shot the mule dead.”

“I started to protest over her
treatment of the mule when she looked
at me and quietly said, ‘Thats once.'”