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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 cover 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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