A farmer buys a new rooster to replace his old rooster. The new cocky rooster arrives and proclaims, Stand aside old man, you're done. I'm in charge here now. The old rooster replies, I know my time has come. But the rule here is, whoever wins a race around the farm is the one who will be in charge. The young rooster agrees to race, knowing he will win easily. The old rooster says, Look, we both know you are younger and faster. But I ask, please spare me my dignity. Let me get off to a quick head start and then you can take over and win the race at the end. The youngster, still knowing he will win, says, Sure thing old timer, on the count of three, the race starts. The old rooster jumps out to the lead, but the young one starts to close the gap around halfway. They make the final turn and the young rooster is zooming up about to easily pass the old rooster when suddenly bang, the farmer shoots the young rooster instantly killing him. The farmer's size, that's the fourth gay rooster I've bought this month.