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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from way out west,
sent this oldie about a rooster named Old Butch...

Fred was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young pullets,
and ten roosters to fertilize the eggs.

He kept records, and any rooster not performing went into the soup pot and
was replaced.

This took a lot of time, so he bought some tiny bells and attached them to his
roosters.

Each bell had a different tone, so he could tell from a distance, which rooster
was performing.

Now, he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report by just listening
to the bells.

Fred's favorite rooster, old Butch, was a very fine specimen, but this morning
he noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!

When he went to investigate, he saw the other roosters were busy chasing
pullets, bells-a-ringing, but the pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run
for cover.

To Fred's amazement, old Butch 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.

Fred was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Brisbane City Show and
he became an overnight sensation among the judges. The result was the judges
not only awarded old Butch the "No Bell Piece Prize," but they also awarded him
the "Pulletsurprise" as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making. Who else but a politician could
figure out how to win two of the most coveted awards on our planet by being
the best at sneaking up on the unsuspecting populace and screwing them when
they weren't paying attention.

Vote carefully in the next election, you can't always hear the bells.
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