An Amish man named Smith was injured when he and his horse were struck by a car at a rural intersection. Smith later sued the driver. In court, he was cross-examined by the driver's lawyer:

 An Amish man named Smith was injured when he and his horse were struck by a car at a rural intersection.

Smith later sued the driver. In court, he was cross-examined by the driver's lawyer:

"Mr. Smith, did you or did you not say to the officer at the scene that you were absolutely fine?"

Smith stroked his beard, adjusted his suspenders, and said, "Well now, let me explain what happened…"

"Just answer the question, Mr. Smith! Did you say you were fine?" the lawyer interrupted impatiently.

Smith sighed and continued, "See, I was riding my buggy, minding my own business, when this reckless fella comes speeding down the road and crashes right into me and my horse. I went flying into the ditch, and my horse—bless him—was lying there, badly hurt."

"And then?" the lawyer pressed.

"Well, the state trooper arrived, took one look at my poor horse struggling, and pulled out his gun. Next thing I know—BANG!—he puts my horse out of its misery."

The courtroom gasped.

"Then he walks over to my dog, sees him limping, and—BANG!—puts him down too!"

The lawyer was now confused. "What does this have to do with you saying you were fine?"

Smith leaned forward, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Well, sir, when he finally turned to me and asked how I was feeling, what do you think I was gonna say?"