A clergyman, walking down a country lane, sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off. "You look hot, my son," said the cleric. "Why don´t you rest a moment, and I´ll give you a hand." "No thanks," said the young man. "My father wouldn´t like it." "Don´t be silly," the minister said. "Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water." Again the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, "Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I´ll give him a piece of my mind!" "Well," replied the young farmer, "he´s under the load of hay."
"You look hot, my son," said the cleric. "Why don´t you rest a moment, and I´ll give you a hand."
"No thanks," said the young man. "My father wouldn´t like it."
"Don´t be silly," the minister said. "Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water."
Again the young man protested that his father would be upset.
Losing his patience, the clergyman said, "Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me where I can find him and I´ll give him a piece of my mind!"
"Well," replied the young farmer, "he´s under the load of hay."
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