The Three Legged Chicken

A grain salesman is driving to his next appointment when he looks out his car window and sees a three-legged chicken running parallel to his car. The car is going forty miles per hour, but somehow the chicken is keeping up. When the salesman speeds up to fifty, the chicken speeds up with him.

The amazed salesman starts going sixty, but there's the chicken, still beside him, and not even breathing hard. The salesman is about to speed up yet again when the chicken suddenly takes off and disappears in a cloud of dust.

The astonished salesman immediately slows down and pulls over to the side. He finds the farmer and says, "You won't believe what happened to me. I was doing sixty on this road and a three-legged chicken passed me like I was standing still!"

"Oh, yeah, I know all about it." says the farmer. "You see, there's three of us - myself, my wife, and little Davey, and whenever Louise serves chicken for dinner, we all want a drumstick. The only solution we could think of was to start raising three-legged chickens."

"That's remarkable," says the salesman. "How do they taste?"

"I don't really know," says the farmer. "We've never been able to catch one."