Someone sent me this one by email. Don't know where it started.
-- David
Old Brewester the Rooster
Zebediah was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred
young layers, called pullets, and eight or ten roosters, whose job was
to fertilize the eggs.
Zeb kept records, and any rooster that didn't perform well went into
the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of Zeb's time;
so, Zeb got a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.
Each bell had a different tone so that Zeb 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.
Zeb's favorite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine specimen he was,
too. >But on this particular morning, Zeb noticed that Brewster's bell
had not rung at all!!
Zeb went to investigate. The other roosters were chasing pullets,
bells a-ringing! The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run
for cover. But, to Zeb's amazement, Brewster 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.
Zeb was so proud of Brewster that he entered him in the county fair.
Brewster was an overnight sensation. The judges not only awarded him
the No Bell Piece Prize but also the Pulletsurprize.<!-- ~MESSAGE_AFTER~ -->
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