An American farmer was on holiday in Wales. He could not resist exploring the hill farms north of Aberystwyth. At lunch time he dropped into a pub and fell into easy conversation with a Welsh farmer.
"How big is your spread?" asked the American.
"Well, look you, it's about 20 acres," he said.
"Only 20 acres?" the American responded. "Back in Texas, I can get up at sunrise, saddle my horse, and ride all day. When I return at supper time, I'll be lucky to have covered half my farm."
"Dew dew," said the Welshman. "I once had horse like that, but sent him to the knackers yard."
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