Cowboy Jim was pacing outside the barn, muttering to himself about his latest problem. His horse had developed a bad habit of sneaking into the neighbor’s pasture and biting the neighbor—a man who already didn’t think too highly of Jim.
Later that day, Jim was sitting by the corral with his buddy Cowboy Dave, venting his frustrations. “I’ve got to take my horse to the vet,” Jim said, shaking his head. “He keeps getting into the pasture next door and biting my neighbor, who’s none too fond of me to begin with.”
Dave looked concerned. “You’re not thinking of putting the horse down, are you?” he asked cautiously.
Jim raised an eyebrow and grinned. “What? Of course not. I’m taking him to see if the vet can sharpen his teeth.”