No Squealing

A city boy, Ram, moved to the countryside and bought a goat from an old farmer for Rs 1000. The farmer agreed to deliver the goat the next day. But the next morning the farmer went to Ram and said, "Sorry son, but i have some bad news. The goat died last nite."
Ram replied, "Well then, just give me back my money."
The farmer said, "Can't do that. I have spent it already."
Ram said, "Ok then, just unload the goat."
The farmer asked, "What are you going to do with a dead goat?"
Ram: "I'm going to raffle him off."
Farmer: "You can't raffle a dead goat!"
Ram: "Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead."

A month later the farmer met Ram and asked, "What did you do with that dead goat?"
Ram: "I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at Rs 10 apiece and made a profit of Rs 3990, net of the Rs 1000 I paid you."
Farmer: "Didn't anyone complain?"
Ram: Just the guy who won. So I gave him back his Rs 10.

- from "Games Indians Play" by V. Raghunathan