Boudreaux left the bayou and moved to Arkansas and bought a
donkey for $100 from an old farmer. 

The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.

The next day, the farmer drove up and said, "I'm sorry, but
I have some bad news... the donkey died last night."

"Sacri-Bleu" said Boudreaux, "den gimme my money back."

"I can't do that Sir, I went and spent it already."

"OK, den. Jus' unload dat donkey."

"What are you gonna do with him?"

"Hi ham gon-to raffle him off."

"You can't raffle a dead donkey, you dumb Cajun!"

"Well dats where you wrong.! You wait you an' you learn how
smart we Cajuns are!"

A month later the farmer ran into the Cajun and asked, "What
happened with that dead donkey?"

"Hi raffled dat donkey off. Hi sold 1000 tickets at two dollar
apiece and made too towsend buck. Dat was enough for a old
JonDeere  with a bucket, an hi use dat to bury your dead
donkey."

"Didn't anyone complain?"

"Jus dat guy who won. So Hi give him his two dollar back.

You got any more donkey?"