So the farmer down the road had this speaking rooster who also had another … talent. This horny bird had a habit of mounting about anything in sight when he’d get is head in that mind frame. So, the farmer is watching this game cock work like crazy on every hen in the barnyard. Then, the rooster made his way to every duck, goose and peahen on this diverse farm. The farmer was amazed at the rooster’s stamina and it even tried to mount one of the farmer’s prized teacup pigs, but the pig was having none of it. The rooster was then headed to other farm animals running around like a crazed demon to exercise its desire. After about an hour of this, the farmer went to refill his
coffee cup and returned to the window when he observed the rooster flat out on the ground, wings spread out and head to the side. The farmer was a bit alarmed and headed out the door to check on the fowl thinking, nearly chuckling, “The poor fella had spent himself in hysterical mating frenzy and now had expired. I guess if ya gotta go it’s a good way to go!” When the farmer got up close to the rooster and bent over to reach and pick him up, the sly rooster peeled one eye open to the farmer’s surprise, pointed with his wing to the sky and said, “shhhhh, vultures!”
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