A farmer buys a new rooster and brings it home. Upon seeing the new young rooster, the old rooster walks over to him.
'Look', says the old rooster. 'I been running this farm for many, many years. I know I can't compete with you and your youth, but I can't just give up like that. So, what do you say to a race around the farm. Let me lead for the first couple of laps, and then you blast past me on the final lap. This way I can go out with some dignity'.
'Alright', says the young rooster, 'I think I can do that'.
Next day they get ready for the race.
One. Two. Three. GO!!!! And they take off.
The old rooster gets up to a good lead. Making a little noise along the way, the younger rooster begins to close the gap a little towards the end of the first lap.
He starts calling out to the old rooster, 'here I come'.
Near the end of the second lap, and the young rooster almost caught up with the old rooster. Just as they are about to pass the front corner of the barn, there's a loud blast from a shotgun and the young rooster disappears in a cloud of feathers.
'Third damn gay rooster I bought this month', says the old farmer, shaking his head.
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