Wednesday, June 19, 2019|
|Speedy Chicken |
Date: Sent Monday, November 5, 2012
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I was driving down the interstate in a rural area when a chicken passed me doing 65 mph. I sped up and passed the chicken. A few minutes later, the
same bird passed me again; this time he was doing 75 mph. Startled, I floored the accelerator, got my car up to 85, and blew by the bird, for good I
thought. But sure enough, five minutes later he went by me again. This time he passed me at 95 mph and made a right turn off the freeway onto a farm
next to the interstate.
I immediately exited and drove up to the farmhouse and knocked on the door. When the farmer opened the door, I told the farmer of my experience with
his speedy poultry and he told me, "Oh, that must be one of my three-legged chickens!"
I asked, "How did you end up with three-legged chickens?"
He responded, "I have nine children. They all love drumsticks, so I bred three-legged chickens to keep my kids satisfied."
It sounded logical to me, so I curiously asked, "How do they taste?"
The farmer answered, "Don't know -- can't catch 'em!"
Received from Peter Puleo.