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Clyde and Otis, two Tennessee rednecks, are out hunting. As they're walking
along they come upon a huge hole in the ground and are amazed by the size
of it.

Clyde says, "Wow, that's some hole they got here, Otis. I can't even see the
bottom. How deep you think it is?"

"I don't rightly know," says Otis. "Let's throw something down and listen and
see how long it takes for it to hit bottom."

Clyde says, "There's this old automobile transmission here, give me a hand
and we'll throw it in."

So they pick it up and carry it over, and after some sweat and effort, manage
to heave it into the hole.

As they're standing there listening and looking over the edge, they hear a
rustling noise in the bushes behind them.

They turn around to see a goat come crashing through the brush, run up to
the hole and with no hesitation, jump in head first.

While the two of them are standing there looking at each other, looking in the
hole and trying to figure out what that was all about, an old farmer walks up.

"Say there," says the farmer, "you fellers didn't happen to see my goat around
here anywhere, did you?"

Clyde says, "Funny you should ask, but we was just standing here a minute ago
and a goat came running out of the bushes doin' about a hunert miles an hour
and he jumped head first into this hole here!"

The old farmer said, "That's impossible. I had him chained to a transmission!"
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