Brewster

Shootist3006

Uncle George was in the fertilized egg business when I was young. He had several hundred young layers, called pullets, and 8 or 10 roosters whose job was to fertilize the eggs.

My uncle kept records, and any rooster or pullet that didn't perform well went into the pot and was replaced. This took a lot of time. So, my uncle got a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. He could then sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by listening to the bells.

My uncle's favorite was old Brewster Rooster. A very fine specimen he was, but his bell had not rung all morning. Uncle George went to investigate. Several roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing. Brewster had his bell in his beak so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one. Uncle was so proud of Brewster he entered him in the county fair. Brewster was an overnight sensation.

The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Prize, but also the Pullet Surprise.




Quod principi placuit legis habet vigorem.Semper Fidelis

Nighthawk

I will have to remember that one.Thanks for the laugh I needed it.

Rugster

96harley

GREAT! I was knee slapping.

Seth K. Perumeony

I remember that rooster. Uncle George kept telling him if he didn't slow down he was gonna' kill himself. Then one day Uncle George found him out the yard, on his back, motionless with his feet sticking up in the air as several vultures circled over head. Uncle George took off his hat, and wiped a tear from his eye. "Yes sir, you sure was a good ole' bird in your day. It's a shame you didn't take my advice and slow down."
Suddenly Brewster cocked his head to one side and said...
"Those vultures are never gonna' land if ya' don't leave me alone!"

Guns are good, Guns are great... please don't throw them in the lake.

Edited by - Seth K. Perumeony on 07/29/2002 16:57:02