New Rooster
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One day, a new rooster arrived at a henhouse, eager to take on his new duties, especially the job of servicing the hens. He sees that there is already another rooster there, a rather old-looking one. The young rooster approaches the old rooster and says "Hey there, old-timer, I'm here to take over. Are you ready to fight to the death for the title of Master of the Henhouse?" The old rooster says "Hold on there, young fellow! I'm a lover, not a fighter. I just want to go into retirement. You're the boss: go do what you want with the hens, I won't give you any trouble." The young rooster was a bit disappointed because he'd been keen to have a good fight but decided this was acceptable and set to work servicing the hens, frequently and enthusiastically. The old rooster stayed completely out of his way so the young rooster ignored him. A week or so after the young rooster's arrival, the old rooster approached him politely. "Hey there, sonny, I've been getting some flak from the hens for giving up so easily. We need to do something to settle this for once and for all." The young rooster says "Fine by me. Do you want to start our fight to the death now?" "Oh no! Nothing like that! Somebody could get hurt. No, I was thinking about a race. Let's say 10 laps around the henhouse with the winner being the undisputed Master of the Henhouse?" The fit young rooster figured he could mop the floor with the old rooster so he agreed to the contest. They had one of the hens say "One, Two, Three, Go!" and the race began. The young rooster had been VERY busy servicing hens and it had taken more out of him than he'd realized and the old rooster had been in training during this time so the old rooster got off to an early start. However, the young rooster's superior body soon began making a difference. By the end of the fourth lap, the young rooster had almost caught up to the old rooster. Suddenly, a shot rang out and the young rooster lay splattered all over the ground. Turning to his wife with his still-smoking shotgun in his hand, the farmer snarled "Damn it, Emmy, that's the last rooster I buy from Ferguson! That's the fourth one this year and this one's queer too!"
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Clever old lover :hehe:
