Ricky the Rooster

A farmer wanted to have his hens serviced, so he went to the market looking for a rooster. He was hoping he could get a special rooster-one that service all of his many hens and when he told this to the market vendor, the vendor replied: ‘I have just the rooster for you. Ricky here is the horniest rooster you will ever see!’ So the farmer took Ricky back to the farm. Before setting him loose in the hen house though, he gave Ricky a little pep talk. ‘Ricky,’ he said, ‘I’m counting on you to do your stuff.’ And without a word he strutted into the hen house. Ricky was as fast as he was furious, mounting each hen like a thunderbolt. There was much squawking and many feathers flying, till Ricky had finished having his way with each hen. But Ricky didn’t stop there, he went in to the barn and mounted all the horses, one by one and still at the same frantic pace. Then he went to the pig house, where he did the same. The farmer, watching all of this with disbelief, cried out, ‘Stop, Ricky, you’ll kill yourself.’ But Ricky continued, seeking out each farm animal in the same manner. The next morning, the farmer looked out and saw Ricky lying there on his lawn. His legs were up in the air, his eyes rolled back, and his long tongue hanging out. A buzzard was already circling above Ricky. The farmer walked up to Ricky saying, ‘Oh you poor thing, look what you did, you’ve gone and killed yourself. I warned you my little buddy.’ ‘Shhhhh,’ Ricky whispered, ‘The buzzard’s getting closer