Once upon a time there was this village called Triddonia where all of the Triddonians lived. They had a problem. The soil in their fields was not good for growing the flooberoos that they needed to eat. It was only good for growing fruits and vegetables, and, of course, everyone knows that trids can’t eat fruits and vegetables. Trids can only eat flooberoos. Needless to say things were getting pretty bad and the Triddonians were getting very hungry!
Coincidentally, across the wide river, was a village of humans. Even MORE coincidentally, THEIR soil was not good for growing fruits and vegetable, it was only good for growing flooberoos. So, it wasn’t too long after this that the Rabbi from the human village and the Elder from the Triddonian village worked out a barter system in which every so often they would meet at the bridge that spanned the wide river and trade food stuffs.
This went on very well for years until one day, when the humans arrived, the trids were nowhere to be seen! Sadly, they returned home and hoped that when the next meeting time came, the Triddonians would be there. Otherwise, the flooberoos they had would go bad and their own food stores would be getting too low.
The Rabbi decided to travel on his own to the village of Triddonia and meet with the Elder to find out what the issue was. When he arrived at the village, the Triddonians informed him that when they go near the bridge, a troll emerges! He kicks all of them in the butt, steals the fruits and vegetables they’ve brought to trade, and runs off again. The trids were just as concerned as the humans across the wide river.
The Rabbi decided that he would stay in Triddonia for a while and go WITH the Triddonians to the next meeting at the bridge and see for himself!
Sure enough, when the next meeting time came, the Triddonians along with the Rabbi from the village of humans made their way to the wide river. As they began to get close, a troll did emerge and QUICKLY kicked every trid butt in the place! He stole the food and began to run off. The Rabbi immediately gave chase! He angrily shouted after the troll: “Mr. Troll! Why have you been kicking the butts of the Triddonians and stealing the food!”
The troll merely replied: “Because I’m a troll and we do that sort of thing … in fact, I rather LIKE kicking Triddonians’ butts!”
The rabbi retorts: “so, if you’re so tough … why don’t you turn around and come and kick MY butt! If you can!”
The troll did pause and turn! Regarded the rabbi somewhat seriously and exclaimed:
Me: I walk into the barn getting ready to feed the chickens...
I walk over to the workshop to get a pair of scissors to open a new bag of food.
I get over there and a plastic case on my tool box was cracked like a hammer hit it.
I see bloody foot prints and a trail of washers, I walk to the top of my barn worried.
My female Guinea hen was taking washers out of the tool box!
I saw her red feet... I go back to where the foot prints were...
I thought she cut her foot on the plastic, she stepped in blood-red paint!
I was so worried!
She was in the workshop all day! I swear she was trying to build!
And my Male keet, opens small drawers for the bolts!
We needed locks from then on!
Here's a non-real one...
Question; Which chicken is nicer out of these BLUE cochin's?
Answer; The blue one.