Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the rancher was going to bring yet another bull onto
the ranch, and the prospect raised a
discussion among them.
First Bull: "Boys, we all know I've been here 5 years. Once we settled our differences, we
agreed on which 100 of the cows would be mine.
Now, I don't know where this newcomer is going
to get HIS cows, But I aint' givin' him any of mine."
Second Bull: "That pretty much says it for me, too. I've been here 3 years and
have earned my
right to the 50 cows we've agreed are mine. I'll
fight 'im till I run him off or kill 'im, but
I'M
KEEPIN' ALL MY COWS."
Third Bull: "I've only been here a year, and so far you guys have only let me have 10 cows to
"take care of." I may not be as big as you
fellows (yet) but
I am young and virile, so I simply
MUST keep all MY cows."
They had just finished their big Talk when an eighteen-wheeler pulls up in the middle of the
pasture
with only ONE ANIMAL IN IT: the biggest
Son-of-Another-Bull these guys had ever seen! At
4700
pounds, each step he took toward the
ground strained the steel ramp to the breaking point.
First Bull: "Ahem ... you know, it's actually been some time since I really felt I was doing
all my cows
justice, anyway. I think I can spare A few
for our new friend."
Second Bull: "I'll have plenty of cows to take care of if I just stay on the opposite end of the pasture
from HIM. I'm certainly not looking for an
argument." They look over at their Young friend,
the 3rd
bull, and find
him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.
First Bull: "Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to
tell about it."
Third Bull: "Sh*t, he can have ALL my cows. I'm just making sure he knows I'm A bull!!