A farmer rears 25 young hens and 1 old cockerel. As the old cockerel could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer bought one young cock from the market .
Old cockerel: Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity. Young cockerel: What do you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should retire. Old cockerel: Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some? Young cockerel: No! Not even one, all of them will be mine. Old cockerel: In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win, you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all. Young cockerel: Ok! What kind of competition? Old cockerel: 50 meter runs, from here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters... Young cockerel: No problem! We will compete tomorrow morning.
Confidently, the following morning, the young cockerel allows the old cockerel to start off, who started to cackle as loudly as he could. When the old cockerel crosses the 10 meters mark, the young cockerel chases him with all his might.
Soon enough, he was behind the old cockerel's back in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly, BANG! ..... Before he could overtake the old cockerel, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, "Bloody hell! This is the fifth GAY young cockerel I've bought this week!"
Moral of the story: Never underestimate the mind of an old cockerel.
Old cockerel: Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity. Young cockerel: What do you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should retire. Old cockerel: Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some? Young cockerel: No! Not even one, all of them will be mine. Old cockerel: In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win, you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all. Young cockerel: Ok! What kind of competition? Old cockerel: 50 meter runs, from here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters... Young cockerel: No problem! We will compete tomorrow morning.
Confidently, the following morning, the young cockerel allows the old cockerel to start off, who started to cackle as loudly as he could. When the old cockerel crosses the 10 meters mark, the young cockerel chases him with all his might.
Soon enough, he was behind the old cockerel's back in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly, BANG! ..... Before he could overtake the old cockerel, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, "Bloody hell! This is the fifth GAY young cockerel I've bought this week!"
Moral of the story: Never underestimate the mind of an old cockerel.
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