A rooster is unintentionally driven over by a guy passing a farm. Guilty, he takes it up and heads to the property. I fear I ran over your rooster, he says to the farmer. I apologise sincerely, and I would be pleased to take his position. “Well, be my guest if you really want to go around back and mate with the hens,” the farmer says. “But I’d rather you just pay for a new rooster.”

As all is going on, a farmer who has 200 chickens but no rooster asks a neighboring farmer if he has a rooster for sale. The neighbor hands Randy a very productive rooster. Yes, Randy is the name of my wonderful rooster. No problem, he continues, he will service every chicken you have. Randy is costly, but the farmer buys him.

As he brings Randy home, the farmer counsels him to take his time. Randy appears to get it, but start tending to every hen in the henhouse right away, startling the farmer. Randy then goes on to the ducks and geese along the lake, and by dusk he’s pursuing pheasants and quail. Randy won’t last 24 hours, the farmer fears.

Buzzards circle the dead Randy in the yard when the farmer finds him the following morning. Moved, he adds, “Oh, Randy, I told you to slow yourself. What have you done to yourself, now? Saying, “Shhh,” Randy opens one eye and points at the buzzards. They’re getting closer.” What a joker!