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THE CHICKEN BUSINESS

THE
CHICKEN BUSINESS

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called “pullets”, and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn’t perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.

The farmer’s favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch’s bell hadn’t rung at all! John went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

But to Farmer John’s amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn’t ring. He’d sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result…The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and screwing them when they weren’t paying attention.

Vote carefully…the bells are not always audible!

I hope they come and dig you out soon. You need some fresh air…:smiley:

Hmmm.

I wonder if he invented some socket…

Warren Mumpower said:
I hope they come and dig you out soon. You need some fresh air....:D
Warren,

:lol:

Six kids today in the advanced group, sharp as tacks. We even creamed the skate skiiers on the uphill.

Anyway, before getting back to the daylodge they all dove into the snow banks left and right of the trail. Covered from top to bottom. We get back and the teacher asks: “What happened to you?” “Oh we all fell on those really steep hills. It was unreal!”

Sooooooooo all Steve needs is a good headsoaking in some real powdery snow and he’ll be good for two more weeks. Repeat as and when required! :stuck_out_tongue: :confused:

Unfortunately I don’t think there is any powdery snow left. It’s either crunchy, hard as a brick or slop…depending on the time of day. :frowning: