Interviewing a woman who has lived with her husband of 50 years without a single argument:

- Madame, but how did you manage to survive all this time in peace and harmony?

- About simple. When we were married, my husband put me on the wagon and drove to his ranch.

As we rode one of the horses stumbled and he calmly said, "Once."

After 15 minutes, all in the same trip, the same horse stumbled again, and he said, "Two."

And when the ranch was in direct line of sight, the same horse stumbled for the third time.

He said, "Three" - and shot her. Of course, I began to scream, threw a tantrum, start to feel sorry for the poor animal:

- And what?

- And he said, "Once."