|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."