Who Is The Favourite

The two brothers were sat in the Solicitor’s waiting room waiting for Father’s will to be read. An argument started as to which of them was the favourite son and it was getting into full flow when they were invited into the office.

After a few preliminaries including the disposal of a few small items to the cousins and old friends the important bit came – who would inherit the farm.

The solicitor took a deep breath, looked at the eldest brother and said “Well John, the farm is yours”. John turned to his brother, “see” he said ” I told you you were the favourite”