Old Butch

I'm not entirely sure whether to call this a joke or an "allegory".  Stories like this always have some hidden meanings, and I'm sure you will find one here.   This is definitely a story that has more than one meaning.

You can thank Velma for this chance to think this morning.




Old  Butch


John  was in the fertilized egg business.
He had several hundred young  layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten roosters to fertilize the  eggs.

He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.

This took a lot of time,  so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his  roosters.

Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell  from a distance, which rooster was performing.

Now, he could  sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening  to the bells.

John's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very  fine specimen, but this morning he noticed old Butch's bell hadn't  rung at all!

When he went to investigate, he saw the other  roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the  pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

To  John's amazement, old Butch 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.

John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him  in the Saint Lawrence County Fair and he became an overnight  sensation among the judges.

The result was the judges not  only awarded old Butch the "No Bell Piece Prize," but they also  awarded him the "Pulletsurprise" as well.

Clearly old Butch  was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could  figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet  by being the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and  screwing them when they weren't paying attention.

Vote  carefully this fall, the bells are not always  audible.