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.

1st Bull: "Boys, we all know I've been here five 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!"

2nd Bull: "That pretty much says it for me, too. I've been here three years and have earned my right to the 50 cows we've agreed are mine. I'll fight 'im 'til I run 'im off or kill 'im, but I'M KEEPIN' ALL MY COWS!"

3rd 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, 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.

1st Bull: "Ahem...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."

2nd 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, to find him pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting.

1st Bull: "Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it."

3rd Bull: "Hell, he can have ALL my cows. I'm just making sure he knows I'M a bull!"