Three Bulls

Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the farmer was going to bring yet another bull onto the farm, and this prospect raised a discussion among them.

1st Bull: "Boys, we all know I have been here for five years. Once we settled our differences, we agreed on which 100 of the cows would be mine. I don't know where this newcomer is going to get his cows, but I ain't givin' him any of mine."

2nd Bull: "That pretty much says it for me too. I've been here for three years and have earned my right to the 50 cows we have agreed are mine. I'll fight him off or kill him, but I'm keeping all my cows."

3rd Bull: "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 a big 18-wheeler pulls up in the middle of the paddock with only one animal in it. It was the biggest son-of-another bull these guys had ever seen. At 2000 kg, each step he took the ground strained the steel ramp to breaking point.

1st Bull: "Ahem...you know, it's actually been some time since I was doing all my cows justice. Anyway, I think I can spare a few for our new friend."

2nd Bull: "I'll have plenty of cows to take care of if I just stay on the opposite side of the paddock from him. I'm certainly not looking for an argument."

They look over at there young friend, the third bull, and find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns and snorting.

1st Bull: "Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it."

3rd Bull: "Hell he can have all my cows. I'm just making sure he knows I'm a bull."