Scientists finally located the gene that causes shyness. It was hiding behind two other genes.

 
It is a theme - These two are together because they fit well...


Randy The Rooster

A farmer buys a rooster to service his 200 hens. When he gets the rooster into the barnyard, he tells him, "Randy, I want you to pace yourself now. You've got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Have fun, but take your time."

The farmer points him toward the henhouse and the rooster takes off like a shot.

WHAM! Randy nails every hen in the henhouse, three or four times. Randy runs out and sees a flock of geese down by the lake. WHAM! He nails all the geese. Randy runs to the pigpen, the cow pasture -- soon, he's been on every animal on the farm.

The farmer is distraught, worried that his expensive rooster won't even last the day.

Sure enough, the farmer wakes up the next morning to find Randy laid out flat in the middle of the yard, buzzards circling overhead.

The sad farmer shakes his head and says, "Oh, Randy, I told you to pace yourself."

Randy opens one eye, winks, and nods towards the sky, "Shhh, they're getting closer."





The Prodigal Vulture

Several years ago, in a very flat place called Kansas, there were two vultures named Beaksly and his son, Red. Life for these vultures was pretty simple. Wait for a predator or car to plow into an animal, then swoop in and devour the dead body.

However, Red was rapidly approaching what would be considered teenage years for a vulture, and one day, he asked his father "Why are we always eating roadkill and other dead things? There's got to be something more to our lives than cleaning up the dead."

Beaksly sighed. "I knew this day would come, Red. I had the same discussion with my father when I was your age. Why don't you try to find some new food, son? If you do, come find me, and tell me what you found. If not, you can always come back to me, because you're my son."

And so Red flew off in search of new food sources. And it was a total disaster.

Three days later, a very bedraggled Red flew back to Beaksly. "Well, that was awful. I almost got hit by a truck, got shot at a few times, and was this close to being drowned by an owl."

Beaksly nodded." Minus the owl, that was pretty much my experience too. Welcome home, son. You're just in time for dinner."

Red licked his beak. "What are we having, Dad?"

Beaksly smiled and gestured to the carcass of a fallen deer. "Carrion, my wayward son."