> 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 'em 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 -- the bull's equivalent of an
> Ape's beating his chest or Man's bone-chilling, war-like cry of 'Stay
> away from my Cows, Dirt bag!'
> 
> 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!'
>