...is something you'll find in Flash Traffic.
*grinnnn*
John knows why.
Once upon a time on a Kansas farm, there lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One morning while romping in the back forty, the horse tripped, slid into a bog and began to sink. Fearing for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to get the farmer to save him!
Off the chicken ran, back to the farmhouse. She searched and searched to no avail, for the farmer had taken the tractor off to the Grange. She ran to the rear of the house and spied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken fired it up and sped off with a length of rope, hoping she still had time to save her friend's life.
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised (but exceedingly happy) to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley and he grabbed the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him with his teeth. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!
Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.
The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best of buddies, best of pals.
A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit and began to sink -- she cried out to the horse for help! The horse thought a moment, walked over, straddled the large puddle and bent his knees. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thingy and he would then lift her out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip and the horse pulled her up and out, saving her life.
The moral of the story? Yep, you betcha there's a moral!
And you know where to find it...
"When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks…"
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Heh. Tip of the bullet-scarred flight helmet to V29.
Neither one of us has a Harley...
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