Zebediah was in the fertilized egg business. He had Several hundred young
layers, called pullets, and ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the
eggs. Zeb kept records, and any rooster that didn't perform well went into
the soup pot and was replaced.
That took an awful lot of Zeb's time; so,Zeb got a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so that Zeb could tell, from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
Zeb's favorite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine specimen he was, too.
But on this particular morning, Zeb noticed that Brewster's bell was silent.
Zeb went to investigate.
The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing! The pullets,
hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. BUT, to Zeb's amazement,
Brewster had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a
pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
Zeb was so proud of Brewster that he entered him in the county fair.
Brewster was an overnight sensation!
The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Piece Prize but also the
Pulletsurprise!

Yuk, yuk. Quite a yolk.

Eggsactly!

Yes, I thought it was EGGcellent...(not that I'm trying to egg you on)

Cracked me up too!

Guess the yolks on us.

This is getting to be too much fowl play...

Pullet my finger!

Reminds me...... WHY DON'T CHICKENS WEAR UNDERWEAR?
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.BECAUSE THEIR PECKER'S ON THEIR FACE!