Once, there was an old man and a young man. Both were on top of a single horse on their way home. It was like any other day and the two carried on with their normal routine.

As they continued on, their horse began to slow down until it came to a stop. The old man holds his jaw, gets down from the horse, walks up to it and looks it in the eye, "That's one" he said to the horse.

The horse snorts and waits for the old man to get back on and then continues on its way. The two men continue their talk.

After a little while and a tad bit closer to home the horse once again slows down and comes to a stop. The old man again holds his jaw, gets down, walks up to the horse looking it in the eye, "That's two" the old man said holding up two fingers.

The horse again snorts, then waits for the old man to get back on before starting onward again. The sun begins to set and still there is a ways before the two men arrive home. The two men still talking the horse yet again begins to slow and come to a stop.

The old man again gets down from the horse, walks up to its face and looks it in the eye. "That's three." the old man said. The old man then pulled his gun from his side, points it at the horse and then shoots it dead. The young man falls off the horse.

The young man gets up, unhurt from the horse fall and begins to yell at the old man, "What did you do! How will we get home!" The young man's tone gets more seriouse, "You're crazy, what are we going to do!" The young man now yelling at the top of his lungs.

The old man then holds his jaw. The old man looks at the young man and steps forward. Then looking the young man in the eyes he says, "That's one"