Three bulls heard that the rancher was bringing another bull onto the ranch…
First Bull: “I’ve been here five years. No way I’m giving this new guy any of my 100 cows.”
Second Bull: “I’ve been here three years and earned my 50 cows fair and square. He’s not getting a single one.”
Third Bull: “I’ve only been here a year. You guys barely let me have 10 cows. I may not be as big, but I’m keeping what little I’ve got!”
Just then, an 18-wheeler rumbled up to the pasture, shaking the ground beneath it. Off the trailer stepped the biggest, meanest-looking bull any of them had ever seen—4,700 pounds of raw muscle, steam puffing from his nostrils with every breath. Even the steel ramp groaned beneath him.
First Bull: “Well… I suppose I could part with a few cows. Sharing builds character.”
Second Bull: “Honestly, I’ve been meaning to downsize. Fifty is excessive. No need for confrontation.”
They turned to look at the third bull, who was pawing at the dirt, snorting, and flaring his nostrils like he was ready to charge.
First Bull: “Son, don’t be a fool. Let him have some cows and live to graze another day.”
Third Bull: “Relax. He can have all my cows. I’m just making sure he knows I’m a bull, not a cow.”
