Three bulls were chatting one afternoon after hearing that the rancher planned to bring a new bull to the ranch.
The first bull said, “I’ve been here five years. I’ve built my place in this pasture, and I’m not about to hand over any of my 100 cows to some newcomer.”
The second bull added confidently, “I’ve been here three years and worked hard for my 50 cows. I don’t intend to give up a single one either.”
The third bull, younger and smaller than the others, spoke up: “I’ve only been around for a year, and you two have only let me have 10 cows so far. I might not be as big as you guys, but I’m holding on to every one of my 10 cows.”
Just then, a huge 18-wheeler rolled into the pasture carrying the largest bull they had ever seen. He weighed 4,700 pounds, and every step he took made the heavy steel ramp creak and bend under his weight.
The first bull quickly changed his tone. “Well… maybe I could spare a few cows for our new friend.”
The second bull nodded. “Now that I think about it, I’ve probably got more cows than I can handle. I don’t mind giving up a few. No need to cause trouble.”
They both turned to look at the third bull. He was scraping his hooves against the dirt, lowering his head, shaking his horns, and snorting like he was ready for a fight.
The first bull warned him, “Son, don’t be reckless. Let him take some of your cows and stay alive.”
The third bull replied, “He can take all my cows if he wants. I’m just making sure he understands one thing — I’m a bull too.”
In the end, the smallest bull wasn’t acting tough to protect his cows. He just wanted to make it clear to the giant newcomer that he was still a bull — not a cow.
On a small farm, there was a mother cow and her four baby calves.
One day, the first calf walked up to his mom and asked, “Momma, why did you name me Rose?”
She gently answered, “Because, sweetheart, when you were born, a rose petal floated down and landed on your head.”
A little later, the second calf asked, “Momma, why is my name Lily?”
The mother cow smiled and said, “Because when you were born, a lily petal fell right on your head.”
Then the third calf came over and asked, “Momma, why am I called Daisy?”
Again, she replied patiently, “When you were born, a daisy petal landed on you, so that’s the name you got.”
Finally, the fourth calf stumbled up and said, “Huh… Buh… Duh…”
The momma cow sighed and said, “Oh honey… be quiet, Cinderblock!”
LOL!
Hope this little joke gave you a good laugh and brightened your day! 😊