An old farmer decided that it was time to get a new rooster for his hens.

The current rooster was still doing an okay job, but he was getting old, so the farmer figured that getting a new rooster couldn't hurt anything. So, he gets a young rooster and lets it loose in the barn yard.

The old rooster sees the young one strutting around and he gets a little worried. "So, they're trying to replace me," thinks the old rooster, "I should talk to him”. He walks up to the new bird and says, "So, you're the new guy. I know you can easily replace me. But, can you do me a favor? Can you spare like ten birds for me to breed so that the farmer think that I am still useful and will not kill me soon?”
The young rooster looked at the old one. “You see, I can do all the job by myself and that’s why the farmer bought me. I don’t care about your fate”
The old bird felt bad about his indifference. He thought asking for mercy is not going to work. So, he changed his strategy.
“Ok, I agree that you are very young and strong. Can we have a ten lap run tomorrow morning to decide on it? If you win, I will take it as my fate. And If I win, you should give me ten spare birds”

Well, the cocky young rooster thought that he was more than a match for the old guy, so he said okay immediately.

When the race was about to start, the old one approached the young one.
“You see, I am pretty old. Is it possible that I can start a few yards ahead of you?”

The young one thought for a second. “I know that I'm so great, I can give him a head start of half a lap. I'll still win easily."

So, the two roosters go over to the hen house to start the race and all the hens gather around to watch. The race begins and all the hens start cheering the roosters on.

After the first lap, the old roster is still maintaining his lead. After the second lap, the old guy's lead has slipped a little but he's still hanging in there. Unfortunately, the old rooster's lead continued to slip each time around and by the fifth lap he just barely led the young rooster.

By then, the farmer has heard all the commotion. He ran into the house, got his shotgun, and ran out to the barn yard, figuring a fox or something was after his chickens. When he got there, he saw the two roosters running around the hen house with the old rooster still slightly in the lead. He immediately took his shotgun, aimed, fired, and blew the young rooster away. He walked away slowly saying to himself...."Damn! That's the fifth gay rooster I've bought this month!"