My French Canadian uncle was getting rid of a hors years back. I asked why? He said, "She don't look so good." I checked her out and she seemed fine, but my uncle insisted: "She don't look so good." Fellow drove up to Quebec to buy the horse for $7,500. My uncle said, "She don't look so good." Fellow said she looked fine, and he loaded her into the trailer and drove off. Next day he phoned my uncle from Malone, New York. He ranted at my uncle for a few minutes and ended his tirade by saying, "The horse you sold me is blind." My uncle replied, "That's what I said. She don't look so good."