A Tale of Two Roosters;An old farmer decided it was time to get a new rooster for his hens. The current rooster was still doing an okay job, but he was getting on in years. And the farmer figured getting a new rooster couldn’t hurt anything. So he bought a young rooster from the local rooster emporium, and turned him loose in the barnyard.
The old rooster saw the young one strutting around and felt a little worried, knowing full well the fate that awaited old birds like him. “So, they’re trying to replace me,” thought the old rooster. “I’ve got to do something about this.”
He walked up to the new bird and said, “So you’re the new stud in town? I bet you really think you’re hot stuff, don’t you? Well, I’m not ready for the chopping block yet. I’ll bet I’m still the better bird. And to prove it, I challenge you to a race around that hen house over there. We’ll run around it ten times and whoever finishes first gets to have all the hens for himself.”
The young rooster was of a proud sort, and he definitely thought he was more than a match for the old guy. “You’re on,” said the young rooster. “And since I know I’m so great, I’ll even give you a head start of half a lap. I’ll still win easy!”
So the two roosters went over to the hen house to start the race with all the hens gathering around to watch. The race begun and all the hens started cheering the roosters on.
After the first lap, the old rooster was still maintaining his lead. After the second lap, the old guy’s lead had slipped a little but he was still hanging in there. Unfortunately the old rooster’s lead continued to slip each time around, and by the fifth lap he was just barely in front of the young rooster.
By now the farmer heard all the commotion. He ran into the house, took his shotgun, and ran out to the barnyard figuring a fox or something was after his chickens. When he got there, he saw the two roosters running around the hen house, with the old rooster still slightly in the lead. He immediately took his shotgun, aimed, fired, and blew the young rooster away.
As he walked away slowly, the farmer thought to himself, “Damn, that’s the third gay rooster I’ve bought this month!”