this.document.write('A travelling salesman stopped alongside a field on a country road to rest a few minutes.
The man had just closed his eyes when a horse came to the fence and began to boast about his past. "Yes sir, I\'m a fine horse. I\'ve run in 25 races and won over 5 million. I keep my trophies in the barn."
The salesman worked out the value of having a talking horse, found the horse\'s owner and offered a handsome sum for the animal.
"Oh, you don\'t want that horse," said the farmer.
"Yes I do," said the salesman, "and I\'ll give you 10,000 for the horse."
Recognising a good deal, the farmer said without hesitation, "He\'s yours."
While he wrote out his cheque, the salesman asked, "By the way, why wouldn\'t I want your horse?"
"Because," said the farmer, "he\'s a liar - he hasn\'t won a race in his life."');