THE
NEW BULL
Three bulls overheard the farmer say that
he was going to bring yet another bull onto the ranch. This prospect brought about the
following discussion.
First Bull: "Boys, we all know I've
been here 5 years. Once we settled our differences, we agreed that 100 cows would be mine.
Now, I don't know where this newcomer is going to get HIS cows, but I aint' givin' him any
of mine."
Second Bull: "That pretty much says it
for me, too. I've been here 3 years and have earned my right to the 50 cows that are
presently mine. I'll fight 'em till I run him off or kill 'em, but I AM KEEPIN' ALL MY
COWS."
Third Bull: "I've only been here a
year, and so far you guys have only let me have 10 cows. I may not be as big as you
fellows yet but I'm young and virile, so I simply MUST keep all my cows."
They had no sooner 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 5,000 pounds, each step he
took toward the ground strained the steel ramp to the breaking point.
First Bull: "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."
Second Bull: "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
3rd bull, and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.
Second Bull: "Son, let me give you
some advice real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it."
Third Bull: "Hell, he can have ALL MY
COWS. I'm just making sure he knows I'M a bull!"
 
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