Trevor, the farmer


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Trevor, the farmer, was in the fertilised egg business. He had several
hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets' and eight or ten
roosters, whose job it was to fertilise the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into
the stock pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time so
he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters.. Each
bell had a different tone so Trevor could tell from a distance, which
rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an
efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.

The farmer's favourite rooster was old Gordon, and a very fine specimen
he was too, but on this particular morning Trevor noticed old Gordon's
bell hadn't rung at all! Trevor went to investigate.

The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets,
hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover but to farmer Trevor's
amazement, Gordon had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring.

He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
Trevor was so proud of Gordon, he entered him into the West Berkshire
County Fair and Gordon became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The Result - the judges not only awarded Gordon the No Bell Piece Prize

but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise.

Clearly Gordon was a politician in the making: who else but a
politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted
awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace
and screwing them when they weren't paying attention?

Do you know a Pulletician called Gordon?