One bright morning, Farmer Hank decided it was time to bring some fresh energy to his chicken coop. He drove into town and returned with a magnificent young rooster—a proud, strutting specimen with glossy feathers and a cocky gleam in his eye.
As soon as the new rooster was released into the yard, he marched straight up to the aging old rooster, who was lazily pecking at the dirt nearby.
“Listen here, old timer,” the young rooster crowed, puffing out his chest. “Your days of ruling this roost are over. Time to retire.”
The old rooster sighed, stretching his wings stiffly. “Son, you don’t know what you’re getting into. Look at me—this job wears a bird down. I’m just a shadow of my former self. Tell you what… you take the whole coop. Just let me keep those two old hens in the corner. They don’t lay much anymore anyway.”
The young rooster let out a derisive laugh. “Not a chance, gramps! Beat it before I make you!”
The old rooster’s eyes glinted with cunning. “Alright, hotshot. How about this—we’ll settle this like gentlemen. A race around the farmhouse. Winner takes the whole coop.”
The young rooster nearly doubled over with laughter. “You? Race me? Fine, old man, I’ll even give you a head start—wouldn’t want this to be over too quick.”
A nervous hen clucked “GO!” and the old rooster took off like a shot, his scrawny legs pumping as he rounded the first corner.
Fifteen seconds later, the young rooster burst into motion, his powerful legs eating up the ground. Within moments, he was closing the gap—just five feet behind the old bird and gaining fast.
Farmer Hank’s Quick Judgment
Meanwhile, Farmer Hank was rocking on his porch, sipping sweet tea, when he saw the two roosters sprint past. His eyes narrowed as he watched the young rooster gaining on the old one.
“Dang it,” he muttered, reaching for his shotgun. “Not again.”
BOOM!
The young rooster exploded into a cloud of feathers.
Farmer Hank shook his head sadly as he lowered the smoking barrel. “Third gay rooster I bought this month.”
The old rooster, now safely out of range, slowed to a leisurely walk and smirked. “Told ya you couldn’t handle all these chickens.”
Questions for the Comments:
- Did the old rooster set up the young one, or was Farmer Hank just really quick to judge?
- Should the young rooster have taken the deal for the two old hens?
- And most importantly… how many more “gay roosters” will Farmer Hank go through before he figures it out?
