Hoss drove over to the next county to buy a new bull for the farm.
It cost more than
expected, and he was left with only one dollar.
This was a problem, since he needed to let his brother, Zeb,
know that he'd bought the bull so he could come get it with the truck
- and telegrams cost a dollar per word.
Hoss thought hard for a minute.
Finally he said, "All right. Here's my dollar.
Go ahead and make it this one word:Comfortable."
"How's that
going to get your point across?"
the clerk asked, scratching his head.
"Don't worry,"
Hoss said.
"Zeb's not the greatest reader. He'll say it real slow."
