Three Bulls
Three bulls heard
via the grapevine that the rancher was going to bring another bull onto the
ranch, and the prospect raised a discussion among them.
The first bull says,
“Boys, we all know I’ve been here 5 years. Once we settled our
differences, we agreed on which 100 20420y242u of the cows would be mine. Now, I don’t
know where this newcomer is going to get HIS cows, but I ain’t’ givin’ him any
of mine.”
The second bull
says, “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.”
The third bull says,
“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.
The first bull says,
“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.”
The second bull
says, “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 third bull, and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his
horns, and snorting up a storm.
The first bull says,
“Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let him have some of your
cows and live to tell about it.”
The third bull says,
“Heck, he can have ALL my cows. I’m just making sure he knows I’M a
bull!”