Butch the rooster, another from my cousin.

Butch the rooster,

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called “pullets” and eight or ten roosters,
whose job 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, and 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, 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 Butch, he entered him in the Boone County Fair and Butch became an
overnight! sens ation among the judges.

The result…

The judges not only awarded Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they
also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well. Clearly 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.

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