A motorist was driving along a country road when he was passed by a chicken.
It ran past his car as if the car was standing still, but in fact, he was travelling at 80 miles an hour. He couldn't believe his eyes. How could a chicken possibly run faster than a car?
'I don't believe this,' the moyorist though. 'It must be a trick. There isn't a chicken in the world that can run that fast.'
He accelerated and roared after the chicken, but it had disappeared. Soon, however, the motorist reached a farmhouse.
The farmer was standing outside his house, leaning on the gate, looking down the road.
The motorist stopped his car, got out and walked up to the farmer.
'I have just seen the most amazing thing,' he said to the farmer. 'A chicken passed me. It must have been running at 80 miles an hour or more.'
'Ah,' the farmer said, 'That was one of mine.'
'One of yours!' the motorist exclaimed. 'But how can any chicken run that fast?'
'Well, it's like this,' the farmer explained. 'People around here like to eat chicken legs so there's a big demand. for them in the shops.'
He smiled at the motorist, then continued with his story.
'I decide I'd make more money if I could try to breed chickens with three legs instead of two. I experimented, and it wasn't long before I was breeing three-legged chickens. It's that extra leg that makes them so fast,' he concluded.
'That's very interesying,' the motorist said. 'And what do these three-legged chickens taste like?'
'I don't know,' the farmer said. 'Unfortunately, I've never been able to catch one.' |
