Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Some humor I got from work

The chicken and the horse... On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog andbegan to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken togo get the farmer for help! Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail,for he had gone to town with the only tractor. Running around, the chickenspied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chickensped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend'slife. Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arriveon the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of thefarmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of thepowerful bike, rescued the horse! Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and thefarmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the twoanimals was cemented: Best Buddies, Best Pals. A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit, and soon, he too, beganto sink and cried out to the horse to save his life! The horse thought a moment,walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he toldthe chicken to grab his hangy-down thing and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, savinghis life. The moral of the story? (yep, there's a moral!) "When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks!"



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