A little farm humor, for you city slickers
I went out and bought several hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets,' and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs.
I kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and was replaced.
Following those roosters around used up precious time so I formulated a plan. I bought some tiny bells and attached them to the roosters.
Each bell had a different tone, so I could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing.
Now I could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening to the bells.
My favorite rooster, old Barack, was a very fine specimen, but one morning I noticed old Barack's bell hadn't rung at all!
When I went to investigate, I saw the other roosters were busy chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, could run for cover.
To my amazement, old Barack 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.
I was so proud of old Barack that I entered him in the County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.
The result was the judges not only awarded old Barack the “No Bell Piece Prize” but they also awarded him the 'Pulletsurprise” as well.
Clearly old Barack was a politician in the making.
Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and hosing them when they weren't paying attention?
Vote carefully, the bells are not always audible.