Well, I don't know if I'd call this one "decent"...
In a small town in medieval Europe a poor peasant earned his living by carting loads of goods for people. But after many years, his old horse died, and the peasant was in despair. He went to his priest, who said, "Never mind, all will be well. Just come with me."
"Oh, can it be so easy?" asked the peasant.
"Yes," said the priest, "just come up the hill with me."
So they walked up the hill to the baron's estate and right into his magnificent stables. There was a splendid array of horses. The priest said, "Take your pick."
"What?" said the peasant, "That would be stealing from the baron!"
"Never mind, everything will be all right. Take your pick."
So the peasant chose a splendid draft horse and lead it down the hill. The priest, meanwhile, went into the horse's stall and fell fast asleep.
An hour or so later, the baron came to the estate and decided to look over his horses. He was amazed to see the priest sleeping on the straw in one of the stalls.
"Father! Father!" he said, waking the priest up. "What are you doing sleeping in my horse's stall?"
The priest looked bewildered, and then sat up, exclaiming, "A miracle! I must have been forgiven!"
"What do you mean?" said the baron.
"I will explain," said the priest. "When I was a young priest, I used to hear the confessions of a very attractive young woman, and, well, one thing led to another and, we, uh, well, you know what happened."
"Yes, yes," said the baron, "but why are you sleeping in my horse's stall?"
"Because God punished me," said the priest, "and reincarnated me as a horse, a beast of burden. But now, here I am a man again! Oh, what a miracle! God is good!"
The baron was amazed and bid farewell to the priest, who walked down the hill with a glad expression on his face.
Meanwhile, the poor peasant was happy, doing well with his splendid new beast. One morning, a week later, the baron came down into town and saw the peaasant carting a load. The horse somehow looked familiar. The baron stopped the peasant, who was now trembling. He saw his own brand on the horse. He examined the horse's teeth. Yes, there was no doubt. It was his horse.
The baron backed off a bit, looked severely at the animal, and said, "Well, Father, I see you've been at it again."
Well, I told you I didn't know if it was decent!!! 
Have a great day, friends!
Love,
MB
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