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"THAT'S
THE END OF MY TALE," AS THE MONKEY SAID WHEN HE BACKED INTO THE LAWN
MOWER
This pharmaceutical sales representative
had an extensive rural territory and his calls were few and far between.
One day as he was driving down a lonely country road, he glanced out his
side window and saw a chicken running beside him. He speeded up a bit
and noticed that the chicken kept right up with him. On further examination
the salesman noticed that the chicken had three legs. Suddenly the chicken
picked up speed, pulled away from the salesman and headed down the road.
At the next side road the chicken left the main road and headed into a
farm house. The salesman couldn't believe what he had seen and the speed
of this chicken, so he turned into the farm house to investigate. The
farmer was in his front yard so the salesman stopped, rolled down the
window and asked, "Did you see that three legged chicken?" "Oh
yes," replied the farmer, "we see them all the time." "Where
do they come from?" asked the salesman. "Well, I'll tell you,"
said the farmer, "it's a special breed of chicken that we developed
ourselves. My wife, my son and I live on this farm and all three of us
love to eat chicken. We each like legs the best but there's never enough
to go around. So, we developed this special breed of chicken with three
legs so each of us could have a leg when we have a chicken dinner."
"That's fantastic," said the salesman. "How do they taste?"
"We don't know," said the farmer. "We've never been able
to catch one!"
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