A traveller came down a hillside on his donkey, when the weather turned terrible and started to blizzard. Glimpsing a cottage in the near distance he struggled to the door. Upon knocking the door creaked open by an old man, "I'm sorry to bother you" says the traveller, "but the weather's turned awful, and I was wondering if I could crash down for the night?" "No problem" replied the old gent, "there's plenty of room on the floor." "But what about my donkey, he'll die out there." "Well I have got a barn out back, but the problem is that I keep a stallion and he's little bit randy.' 'Hold on, I know" said the old man, "we'll cover the donkey in a sheet and walk him to the barn with the lights off, the stallion won't know he's there." So taking the donkey out, they opened the barn doors, which as soon as they opened the stallion started to whinney and neigh excitedly. They tied the donkey to the hitch-post and went to bed. The next morning it was bright and clear and the traveller bade is farewell thanking the old man for is hospitality. Returning to the barn he found the doors kicked open and little donkey hoof-prints running up the hillside he'd come from. Swearing he followed the tracks and trudging back up the hill, he met another traveller coming down and asked "Excuse me you haven't seen a donkey running past with a sheet over it have you?" "No mate but I've seen one with a handkerchief hanging out of it's arse."