A city boy, John, moved to the desert and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day. The next day, the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, but I have some bad news, the donkey died." "Well, then, just give me my money back." "Can't do that. I went and spent it already." "OK, then, just unload the donkey." "What ya gonna do with him?" "I'm going to raffle him off." "You can't raffle off a dead donkey!" "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead." A month later the farmer met up with the city boy and asked, "Hey John, what happened with that dead donkey?" "I raffled him off. I sold five hundred tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $898.00" "Didn't anyone complain?" "Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back."
That's what I thought at first also, but you're forgetting the $100 he spent on the donkey in the first place. So really he netted $898 and one dead donkey.
hehe, I can't regret being a meddling kid one more time since you brought it up: I think you mean you would have been able to fluff it BY if it weren't for those meddling kids.
