The farmer sees that his old rooster is starting to lose a step or two

...and decides that it is time to introduce a new cock to the hen-house.

The new blood boldly strutted to and fro as the hens swooned and fawned over him. The young cock saw the old rooster, "Well, it won't be long before you're headless on the old farmer's dinner table, will it?" he mocked. The old rooster was furious. Sure he was getting on in his years, but he still had plenty of bullets in his gun as it were. Yet he feared he could not compete with the young, athletic cock, and as soon as the farmer saw the hens had made their choice he knew his neck would certainly be at risk.

"So, you think you're all that, do you?" said the old rooster.

"And so much more," laughed the young one as he strutted circles around the old.

"Ha! I've got more juice in my left wing than you have in your whole lineage," said the old.

"You're kidding right?" laughed the young cock. "Look at you, I could take you down while blindfolded, upside down, with one leg tied behind my back!"

The old rooster angrily stepped up to the young cock, "Let's do it then! Ten times around the coop. Whoever loses gets the hen-house all to themselves!"

The young cock pushed back, "You're on! But I'll do you one better. I'll give you a five lap head start, but whoever loses leaves the farm forever!" The old rooster hadn't thought about this. Losing the hen-house was one thing, but leaving the farm, his home, was a big risk. But this cock needed to go.

"You're on!"

The two roosters lined up at the starting line. It wasn't long before the entire farm got wind of the race and all sorts of animals started crowding around the coop. "You've got five laps, old man, but you wont make it to seven" quipped the young cock. The rooster bristled with anger.

"On your mark," called a hen, "get set... GOOOO!" The old rooster took off as fast as he could. At one lap he felt good. Two laps, okay. Three, he started to feel the burn. At four he realized that he might not be able to keep this up. At five his opponent was let loose and the farm animals erupted in cheers at the speed and agility of the new cock as he whipped around the corners of the coop. Before the old rooster could make another lap the cock had passed him three times, laughing all the while. The spectator's frenzy grew each time the cock made another pass.

By this time the farmer heard the ruckus coming from the farmyard and came from the house to see what all the commotion was all about. There he saw his entire livestock gathered around the coop hootin' and hallerin' as the young rooster he had just bought was gaining on the older one. The farmer grabbed his shotgun from inside the door, and just before the young cock overtook the old one for the last time, the farmer blew the young rooster away in a puff of feathers.

"Goddamit..." he mumbled to himself, "That's the third god-damned gay rooster I've bought this week."