
This farmer has about 200 hens, but no rooster and he wants chicks. So, he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster that he would sell. The other farmer says, "Yeah, I've got this great rooster named Chuck. He'll service every chick you got, no problem."
Well, Chuck the rooster costs a lot of money, but the farmer decides he'd be worth it. So, he buys Chuck. The farmer takes Chuck home and sets him down in the barnyard, first giving the rooster a pep talk. "Chuck, I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time and have some fun, " the farmer said, with a chuckle. Chuck seemed to understand, so the farmer pointed toward the hen house and Chuck took off like a shot. WHAM! Chuck nails every hen in the hen house - three or four times, and the farmer is totally shocked.
After that, the farmer hears a commotion in the duck
pen. Sure enough, Chuck is in there. Later, the farmer
sees Chuck after a flock of geese, down by the lake.
Once again, WHAM! - He gets all the geese. By sunset he
see Chuck out in the fields chasing quail and pheasant.
The farmer is distraught - worried that his expensive
rooster won't even last 24 hours. Sure enough, the
farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next day to find
Chuck dead as a doorknob - stone cold in the middle of
the yard. Buzzards are circling overhead. The farmer,
sadden by the loss of such a colorful and expensive
creature, shakes his head and says, "Oh, Chuck, I told
you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slowdown,
now look what you've done to yourself." Chuck opens one
eye, nods toward the buzzards circling in the sky, and
says, "Shhhh, they're getting closer ".
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