An Russian farmer was on holiday in Turkey. He could not resist exploring the hill farms north of turkey.
At lunch time he dropped into a pub and fell into
easy conversation with a turkish farmer. ‘How big
is your spread?’ , asked the Russian. ‘Well look you, it’s about 20 acres he said’ .
Only 20 acres the Russianresponded, back in
Moscow I can get up at sunrise, saddle my horse
and ride all day, when I return at supper time, I’ll
be lucky to cover half my farm’. ‘Dew dew’, said
the Turkish, ‘I once had horse like that, but sent
him to the knackers yard.’