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To: Don Pueblo who wrote (3415)	12/6/1997 2:17:00 PM
From: BamaReb	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12754

A little Saturday afternoon Chicken Humor - True Story! I know an old Arkansas hick farmer (who shall remain nameless) who one day decided it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an ok job, but he was getting up in the years. Plus, the old hick figured getting a new rooster couldn't hurt anything. So he goes to the local farmers market and picks up a nice young cock and takes him home and turns him loose in the barn yard. Well, the old rooster sees the young one strutting around and he gets real nervous. "So there trying to replace me again," thought the old rooster. "Ive got to do something about this". The old bird walks up to the young cock and says,"so your the new stud in town huh?" "You don't look so great to me." "Ill bet you that Im still the top chicky around here, and to prove it I challenge you to a race around the hen house over there." "We'll run around it ten times, and the first one finished will be the head of the coop." The young rooster(who shall also remain nameless for I dont wish to embaress) said,"your on old timer." "And just to show all the hens my genuine fairness, Ill give you a 1 lap head start." So the two roosters go over to the hen house and start the race with all of the hens gathered around to watch. Well by the fifth lap the old rooster faked a leg cramp and commenced to hollerin from the supposed pain. The young cock was right on his tail now. By this time the old hick farmer had heard all of the commotion and ran out of the house and into the barn yard with shot gun in hand. Thinking he'd find a coon or a fox he saw the young rooster chasing the old one around the hen house, hollerin all the way. He immediatly takes the gun, aims, and blows the young cock to pieces. As he walked away shaking his head he says to himself, "Damn, thats the third gay rooster Ive bought this month."