@twisted-acres-farm
Three bulls caught wind of some troubling news—word had spread that the rancher was bringing in a new bull. Concerned, they gathered in the pasture to discuss the situation.
The oldest bull, who had been on the ranch for five years, spoke first. “Listen up, boys. I’ve been here a long time, and I’ve worked hard to claim my 100 cows. I don’t know where this new guy thinks he’s getting his cows from, but it won’t be from me.”
The second bull, who had been around for three years, nodded in agreement. “Same here. I’ve earned my 50 cows, and I don’t plan on giving up a single one.”
The youngest bull, still fresh to ranch life with only a year under his belt, puffed up his chest. “I may only have 10 cows, but I fought for them fair and square. I might not be as big as you two yet, but I’m not about to let some newcomer take what’s mine.”
Just as they finished their declarations, an eighteen-wheeler rumbled into the pasture. When the ramp dropped, out stepped the biggest, most powerful bull they had ever seen. He was a towering 4,700 pounds of pure muscle, and each step he took made the steel beneath him groan under his weight.
The first bull coughed and shuffled his hooves. “Uh… you know, fellas, I’ve been thinking… maybe I’ve got more cows than I can handle. Might be wise to share a few.”
The second bull quickly nodded. “Yeah, yeah… actually, I’ve been feeling kinda overworked. No shame in making room for the new guy.”
Both turned to the youngest bull, expecting him to come to his senses. Instead, they saw him pawing the ground, shaking his horns, and snorting furiously.
The first bull leaned in, whispering urgently, “Son, take some advice. Give up a few cows and stay on his good side.”
The young bull let out another loud snort and said, “Cows? He can have all my cows. I just want to make sure he knows I’M a bull!”