Three bulls stood together, discussing the rancher’s latest decision—a new bull was joining the herd.
The first bull, a seasoned veteran, snorted. “I’ve been here five years. My hundred cows aren’t up for negotiation.”
The second bull, slightly younger but still dominant, nodded. “Three years, fifty cows. No new bull is taking what’s mine.”
The youngest bull, who had only been there a year, flicked his ears. “You two barely let me have ten. I’m keeping them.”
Then, the ground trembled. An 18-wheeler pulled up, and out stepped a bull so enormous, the ramp groaned under his weight.
The first bull coughed. “You know… maybe I could spare a few cows. No need for conflict.”
The second bull quickly agreed. “Fifty is a lot. I can share.”
They turned to the youngest bull, expecting him to back down. Instead, he was kicking up dirt, snorting, and shaking his horns like he was ready to fight.
The oldest bull groaned. “Kid, just give him the cows and walk away.”
The young bull grinned. “He can have them. I just want him to know—I’m a bull too.”
