On a quiet ranch, three bulls were discussing the news—a new bull was coming.
The first bull, the oldest and most experienced, scoffed. “I’ve been here five years. My hundred cows stay mine.”
The second bull, a little younger but still confident, agreed. “Three years here, fifty cows. No way I’m giving any up.”
The youngest bull, who had only been around a year, shrugged. “You two barely let me have ten cows. I’m keeping them.”
Then they heard it—the roar of an engine. An 18-wheeler rolled up, and when the ramp dropped, the biggest bull they’d ever seen stepped out. He was massive, his muscles rippling with every movement.
The first bull suddenly changed his tune. “Well… I suppose I could spare a few cows. No need for drama.”
The second bull nodded. “Fifty is a lot to handle, honestly. I don’t mind sharing.”
They turned to the youngest bull, who was stomping his hooves and snorting aggressively.
The oldest bull sighed. “Kid, just give him some cows and be done with it.”
The young bull smirked. “Oh, he can have all ten. I just want him to know—I’m not a cow.”
