She sighed. “Turns out the white horse is two inches taller than the black one.”
The farmer blinked.
For a moment, he just stared at her.
Then he let out a loud laugh, nearly dropping his hat.
“All that trouble,” he said, shaking his head, “and you never thought to notice their colors?”
She crossed her arms, clearly proud of herself.
“Well, you didn’t say anything about colors! You told me to measure them!”
The farmer chuckled. “I figured that was the last thing you’d need to do.”
She looked back toward the field where the two horses stood peacefully, one clearly white, the other clearly black.
“Well,” she said, “at least now I’m absolutely sure which one is which.”
The farmer wiped a tear from his eye. “And how’s that?”
She smiled confidently.
“Easy. The tall one is the white one… and the short one is the black one.”
The farmer just shook his head again.
“Next time,” he said, “maybe start with the obvious.”
She thought about it for a second… then shrugged.
“Where’s the fun in that?”