The real story about PaPa's chicken farm
PaPa Gringo has had chickens for quite a while. In fact, his biggest problem was keeping his roosters in good health. Being a gentleman chicken farmer, he was not aware that while one rooster can take care of several hens, if the number of hens gets beyond the rooster's capability to take care of all the hens, there is trouble on the chicken farm.
The old rooster was running out of steam so PaPa went to the feed store and ordered a new rooster. Upon arrival at his new home, the young rooster started eyeing, the best-looking hens.
While the old rooster was getting tired, he by no means was losing his wisdom and chicken yard smarts.
The young rooster strutted over to the old rooster and said, Hey old man, it's time you retired to the back of the chicken yard, there is a new man in charge so rest as your last days are not far away.
The old rooster said, well, well, well you seem like a gamblin man, as a sporting soul how about a little race. The young rooster thought there is nothing this old bird can beat me at, so he agreed.
The old rooster said ok, here are the rules; 3 times around the barn, winner take all. The young bird said no prob. old man. The old rooster said there is only one condition. The young bird said, just name it. The wise ole bird said you have to give me a 20-yard head start since I am much older.
The young rooster said no prob. I'll give you a thirty-yard head start.
The race will be held tomorrow. Both agreed.
The next day, it so happened that Slats showed up early that morning. PaPa Gringo, being a perfect host invited Slat's to have a quart of his ho-made recipe. Slats agreed and they went out on the front porch with each having a quart. Crystal clear.
As they sat and looked over the scenery. PaPa's place is beautiful, you can not only see the beautiful mountains in the distance, you can see the greenest pasture and spring fed ponds, but you can also see the large chicken pen and the chickens pecking and eating worms and grasshoppers as they are free ranging during the day.
All of the sudden, they observed the old rooster coming around the corner of the barn, he looked over his shoulder and tried to dig in to run faster. Next came the young rooster about 25 yards behind the old rooster. Soon they both disappeared around the back corner of the barn.
Just a short time later here came the old rooster again with the young rooster closing in. They disappeared again. This time, PaPa reached over and grabbed his ole 12 ga shotgun. Soon the old rooster appeared, the young rooster was about 10 yards behind. PaPa Gringo raised his old blunderbuss and shot the new rooster dead, flat out dead with one shot.
Slats being a city slicker jumped up out of the ole rockin chair he was a settin in and said, what in the world did you do that for? You just told me he was a brand new young bird.
PaPa said I'm gonna have to try a new feed store to purchase my roosters from. Why? Slats asked. PaPa said that's the third gay rooster they sold me in three weeks.