The new guy

[underdog]

Three bulls heard via the grapevine that

the rancher was going to bring yet

another bull onto the ranch, and the

prospect raised a discussion among them.

 

First Bull: "Boys, we all know I've

been here 5 years. Once we settled our

differences, we agreed on which 100 of

the cows would be mine. Now, I don't

know where this newcomer is going to

get HIS cows, but I ain't givin' him

any of mine."

 

Second Bull: "That pretty much says it

for me, too. I've been here 3 years and

have earned my right to the 50 cows

we've agreed are mine. I'll fight 'im

till I run him off or kill 'im, but

I am keepin' all my cows."

 

Third Bull: "I've only been here a year,

and so far you guys have only let me

have 10 cows to "take care of". I may

not be as big as you fellows (yet) but

I am young and virile, so I simply MUST

keep all MY cows."

 

They had just finished their big talk

when an eighteen-wheeler pulls up in the

middle of the pasture with only one

animal in it: the biggest

Son-of-Another-Bull these guys had ever

seen! At 4700 pounds, each step he took

toward the ground strained the steel

ramp to the breaking point.

 

First Bull: "You know, it's actually

been some time since I really felt I was

doing all my cows justice, anyway. I

think I can spare a few for our new

friend."

 

Second Bull: "I'll have plenty of cows

to take care of if I just stay on the

opposite end of the pasture from HIM.

I'm certainly not looking for an

argument."

 

They look over at their young friend,

the 3rd bull, and find him pawing the

dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.

 

First Bull: "Son, let me give you some

advice real quick. Let him have some of

your cows and live to tell about it."

 

Third Bull: "Hell, Mister, he can have

all my cows. I'm just making sure he

knows I'M a bull!"