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.’