| Banta was driving down a quiet country lane when out into the road strayed a rooster. Smack! The rooster disappeared under the car and up floated a cloud of feathers. Shaken, Banta pulled over at the farmhouse, rang the doorbell. A farmer appeared. Banta, somewhat nervously said, "I think I killed your rooster. Please allow me to replace him." "Suit yourself," the farmer replied, "you can go join the other chickens that are around the back." |