hold the chickens

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A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed.

They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would

just walk home.



On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a

gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of

chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the store he now had a

problem - how to carry his entire purchases home.



While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who

told him she was lost. She asked, 'Can you tell me how to get to

1603 Mockingbird Lane ?' The farmer said, 'Well, as a matter of fact, my
farm

is very close to that house. I would walk you there but I can't carry this

lot.' The old lady suggested, 'Why don't you put the can of paint in the

bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand; put a chicken under each arm and carry

the goose in your other hand?'



'Why thank you very much,' he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.

On the way he says, 'Let's take my short cut and go down this alley.

We'll be there in no time.'



The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, 'I am a lonely

widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the

alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and have your

way with me?'



The farmer said, 'Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of

paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you

up against the wall and do that?'

The old lady replied, 'Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put

the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens.'