Three race horses in adjoining stalls were arguing over which of them was the best.
“Of my last sixteen races, I’ve won nine,” said the first horse.
“Not bad,” said the second horse. “But of my last twenty-two races, I’ve won fourteen.”
“Impressive,” said the third horse. “But of my last twenty-nine races, I’ve won twenty-three.”
A greyhound who was lurking nearby overheard the horses arguing and decided to join the conversation.
“I don’t mean to brag,” the greyhound said, “but of my last forty-six races, I’ve won forty-three.”
The horses were clearly astonished. After a long silence, one of the horses said in an awestruck voice, “Wow! A talking dog!”
A hidden (or not-so-hidden) critter — or perhaps more than one — lurks within each of these critters. See how many you can find.
UPDATE: Solutions appear below, in the comment section.
A cowboy rode into a small town in Oklahoma and stopped at a saloon for a beer. Unfortunately for him, the locals had a habit of playing pranks on strangers. When he finished his beer and went outside, he found that his horse had been stolen.
He went back into the saloon, flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head, and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?” he yelled.
No one answered.
“All right, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I done in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I done in Texas!”
The cowboy had another beer, then he went outside, where his horse had been returned to the post. He saddled up and got ready to ride out of town.
The bartender came outside and said, “Say, pardner, before you go — what happened in Texas?”
The cowboy said, “I had to walk home.”
A miniature horse named Tinker from West Bend, Wisconsin is one of the Salvation Army’s most successful bell ringers, bringing in donations at a rate far exceeding that of his human colleagues.