The Three Bulls
One afternoon, three bulls stood together in the pasture talking after hearing that the rancher planned to bring in a brand-new bull.
The first bull spoke with pride.
“I’ve been on this ranch for five years. I’ve earned my position here, and there’s no way I’m handing over any of my 100 cows to some newcomer.”
The second bull nodded in agreement.
“I’ve been here three years myself. I worked hard to build up my herd of 50 cows, and I don’t plan on giving up a single one either.”
The third bull, much younger and smaller than the other two, stepped forward.
“I’ve only been around for a year, and you guys have only allowed me to have 10 cows so far. I might not be as big as you, but I’m not giving up any of my 10 either.”
Right at that moment, an enormous 18-wheeler truck rolled into the pasture carrying the biggest bull any of them had ever seen.
This bull weighed 4,700 pounds. When he stepped down the metal ramp, the heavy steel groaned and bent under the pressure of his weight.
The first bull immediately softened his stance.
“Well… you know… maybe I could spare a few cows for the new guy.”
The second bull quickly followed.
“Come to think of it, I probably have more cows than I really need. I wouldn’t mind letting him have a few. No reason to stir up trouble.”
They both turned toward the third bull.
He was pawing the dirt, lowering his head, shaking his horns, and snorting loudly like he was preparing for a full-blown fight.
The first bull tried to caution him.
“Son, don’t be foolish. Let him take some of your cows if he wants. It’s better to stay alive.”
The third bull shot back without hesitation.
“He can take every single one of my cows if he wants. I’m just making sure he understands one thing — I’m a bull too.”
In the end, the smallest bull wasn’t trying to act tough to protect his cows. He simply wanted the giant newcomer to know that he was still a bull… not a cow.
On a small farm lived a mother cow and her four young calves.
One day, the first calf approached her and asked,
“Momma, why did you name me Rose?”
She answered softly,
“Because when you were born, a rose petal floated down and landed right on your head.”
Later that day, the second calf came over.
“Momma, why is my name Lily?”
The mother cow smiled warmly.
“Because when you were born, a lily petal drifted down and landed on your head.”
Soon after, the third calf walked up.
“Momma, why am I called Daisy?”
Again, she replied patiently,
“When you were born, a daisy petal fell on you, so that became your name.”
Finally, the fourth calf stumbled toward her and mumbled,
“Huh… Buh… Duh…”
The mother cow let out a long sigh and said,
“Oh sweetie… hush now, Cinderblock!”
LOL!
Hope this little joke gave you a smile and brightened your day.