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Three stallions heard
via the grapevine that the Rancher was going to
bring yet another stallion onto the ranch, and the
prospect raised discussion among them.
1st Stallion: "Boys, we
all know I've been here five years. Once we settled
our differences, we agreed on which 100 of the mares
would be mine. Now, I don't know where this newcomer
is going to get HIS mares, but I ain't givin' him
any of mine!"
2nd Stallion: "That
pretty much says it for me, too. I've been here
three years and have earned my right to the 50 mares
we've agreed are mine. I'll fight 'im 'til I run 'im
off or kill 'im, but I'M KEEPIN' ALL MY MARES!"
3rd Stallion: "I've only
been here a year, and so far you guys have only let
me have 10 mares to 'take care of.' I may not be as
big as you fellows, but I am young and virile, so I
simply MUST keep all MY mares!"
They had just finished
their big talk when an eighteen-wheeler pulls up in
the middle of the pasture with only ONE ANIMAL IN
IT: the biggest, meanest looking Stallion, these
guys had ever seen! (His nick name was KILLER ). At
2700 pounds, each step he took toward the ground
strained the steel ramp to the breaking point.
1st Stallion:
"Ahem...You know, it's actually been some time since
I really felt I was doing all my mares justice,
anyway. I think I can spare a few for our new
friend."
2nd Stallion: "I'll have
plenty of mares to take care of if I just stay on
the opposite end of the pasture from HIM. I'm
certainly not looking for an argument."
They look over at their
young friend, the 3rd stallion, to find him pawing
the dirt, shaking his head, and snorting.
1st Stallion: "Son, let
me give you some advice real quick. Let him have
some of your mares and live to tell about it."
3rd Stallion: "Hell, he
can have ALL my MARES. I'm just making sure he knows
I'M a STALLION!" |
