Grandpa Whitmire and the Mule

My grandpa on my daddy's side were a good salesman. They said he could sell fur coats in Calcutta if he were a mind to. He were real convincing about things and seems like, from what I heard, he got away with all kinds of stuff. Like when he was a boy and went hunting riding on his daddy's plowing mule what his daddy had told him he could not do. He come home without the mule and had to face his daddy. This is the story he come up with. Well, daddy, I know I done wrong by taking the mule out when you said I couldn't but I have a little limp in my right leg and I wanted to bring y'all a nice venison steak for supper so I just took it. I know I done wrong. Well we come upon this deer just standing there and I taken aim while I were sitting on the mule. I shot that deer right in the head just as he were making a turn to run away and he turned so fast the bullet come out and hit the mule right between his eyes and killed him right on the spot. They said his daddy didn't believe a word of it but were laughing too hard to render punishment. Besides he said the story were worth more than that old mule anyway.