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Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the rancher
was going to bring another bull onto the ranch, and the
prospect raised a discussion among them.
The first bull says, "Boys, we all know I've been here
5 years. Once we settled our differences, we agreed on
which 100 of the cows would be mine. Now, I don't know
where this newcomer is going to get HIS cows, but I
ain't' givin' him any of mine."
The second bull says, "That pretty much says it for
me, too. I've been here 3 years and have earned my right
to the 50 cows we've agreed are mine. I'll fight 'im
till I run him off or kill 'im, but I'M KEEPIN' ALL MY
COWS."
The third bull says, "I've only been here a year, and
so far you guys have only let me have 10 cows to "take
care of". I may not be as big as you fellows yet, but
I am young and virile, so I simply MUST keep all MY
cows."
They had just 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 4700 pounds, each step he
took toward the ground strained the steel ramp to the
breaking point.
The first bull says, "Ahem...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."
The second bull says, "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 third bull,
and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and
snorting up a storm.
The first bull says, "Son, let me give you some advice
real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to
tell about it."
The third bull says, "Heck, he can have ALL my cows.
I'm just making sure he knows I'M a bull!"
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