A banker who wanted to be a farmer

There was a banker who always dreamed of living a pastoral life on a farm. When he was ready to retire, he bought a small farm. After he had moved in, he decided that he would like to have some livestock on his farm. So he headed out to buy some livestock, but he was worried about putting animals in his fancy sports car, so he decided to walk. It was only a mile or two, and it was a nice day anyway.

He asked if he could buy a female chicken, and the shopkeeper sold him one but told him, "You're not from around here are you? Around here, we call those pullets." The banker was a little embarrassed, but pushed on. He asked to buy a donkey as well. The farmer sold it to him, for much more than it was worth, and said, "'round here we call those asses. This one is a little stubborn. If he refuses to move, just scratch him behind the ear and he'll get going again". Well, the banker started to get very embarrassed that he didn't even know what to call these animals so he left the store.

He didn't get very far before he realized that his hen wasn't going to do much good without a rooster, so he went back to the shopkeeper and sheepishly asked for a rooster as well. The shopkeeper, again, sold him the animal for more than it was worth and, grinning, said "round here we call those cocks."

Well, the banker started to make his way back to the new farm with one chicken tucked under each arm, the donkey's rope in one hand, and a bag of feed in the other. About half-way back to his farm the donkey sat down and refused to move. He couldn't put the chickens down or they'd run away, and the donkey wouldn't budge unless he got his ear scratched. After about ten minutes of trying to convince the donkey to move, a cute lady jogger came by. Frustrated, the banker asked "Could you hold my cock and pullet while I scratch my ass?!"