A fellow has been learning to be a balloonist and takes his first solo
flight. Unfortunately the wind gets up, he is blown off course and is
forced to land. He is in a paddock close to a road but has no idea
where he is. He sees a car coming along the road and hails it.
The driver gets out and the balloonist says, "G'day mate, can you tell
me where I am?'.

"Yes, of course," says the motorist. "You have just landed in your
balloon and with this wind you have obviously been blown off course.
You are in the top paddock on John Dawson's farm, 13.5 kilometers from
Condobolin. John will be plowing the paddock next week and sowing
wheat. There is a bull in the paddock. It is behind you and about to
attack you."

At that moment the bull reaches the balloonist and tosses him over the
fence. Luckily he is unhurt. He gets up, dusts himself off and says to

the motorist, "I see you're an accountant."

"Good Grief," says the other man, "you're right. How did you know
that?"

"I employ accountants," says the balloonist. "The information you gave
me was detailed, precise and accurate. Most of it was useless and it
arrived far too late to be of any help."