An acquaintance of Mulla Nasrudin touted a certain horse very, very highly. So Mulla put his money on that horse. The next day, the horse came in last. Mulla found the tipster, and screamed, “Boy, have I got it in for you. That horse you told me to bet on came in dead last!”
“Last?” the fellow said. “I can’t understand it. He should have been able to win that race in a walk.”
“That’s the way he tried it,” said Nasrudin, “But he still came in last.”