When Verle was discharged from the Army after WWII....
... he took the $2,100 he had saved and bought a small dairy farm in western Wisconsin. It wasn't much, just 40 acres, a rough barn, an old Farmall tractor, and seven head of poorly cared-for cattle.
Verle got right to work, cleaning, fixing and of course bathing his cows. When he got them cleaned up he could see what a truly scrawny bunch they were, and he knew he needed to get some fresh blood into his herd.
He traveled across the mighty Mississippi to Minnesota, where he attended a stock auction and acquired a healthy young heifer. She was a beautiful animal and he was sure her bloodline would strengthen his line. He named her Orchid.
To further enhance his chances he hired a prize bull from his neighbor. Problem was, though, Orchid wouldn't let the bull anywhere near her. When he approached, she walked away. When he got her cornered against the barn, she put her backside to the wall and bawled angrily. After two days of this, Verle was at his wits ends.
Finally, he called the vet. Next morning the vet comes out and gives Orchid a thorough examination. He took her temperature, looked in her eyes, ears and down her throat. He pulled on a rubber glove that came up to his armpit and gave her an inspection that made Verle glad he was neither a vet nor a cow.
The vet seemed perplexed, and just kept shaking his head while he rinsed off the glove. Finally he looked at Verle and asked "Did you get this heifer in Minnesota?"
Verle was astonished. "How did you know that?" he asked.
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"My wife's from Minnesota", replied the vet.
