One day as the Little Red Bush was scratching in an Iraqi field, he found a pool of oil.
"We should control this oil," he said. "Who will come with me and invade this country, blow the hell out of it, and run the oil fields?"
"Not I," said the French.
"Not I," said the Germans.
"Not I," said the Russians.
"Then we'll do it ourselves," said the Little Red Bush. And he did.
Soon the country was in a shambles and needed to be rebuilt.
"The country needs to be rebuilt," said the Little Red Bush. "Who will help skim the profits?"
"We will," said the French.
"We will," said the Germans.
"We will," said the Russians.
"No way, Jose," said the Little Red Bush. The money is going to all my chicken friends. And it did. |
