Timm,
I forgot to tell you about a little bantam rooster that once strutted around the place like he owned it.
One day, I decided to do an experiment.
I carefully counted out exactly one hundred corn kernals.
I made sure no other cluckers were around and tossed them in his direction.
There and then, right on the bare asphalt driveway, that bantam rooster went to scratchin' and feedin'. Dang near wore of the claws at the ends of his spindly little feet trying to get 'em all.
Best he could do was 31% of them. Yup, only 31%.
Seems his crop got so blown up that he started chokin', right then and there.
Well, I could tell his struttin' days were over, but I didn't know what to do for him.
A few minutes later, the donkey got loose and with all the commotion going on from that bantam rooster, my guess is that the donkey was curious about what it could do too.
The whole thing came to a sudden halt when that donkey stepped on the bantam rooster's head. I don't think the donkey meant to but that little fluffy feathered guy didn't know what had hit him. Problem solved.
Anyway, I did an autopsy on that little bantam rooster before he found his tough little carcass in a big pot of boiling water.
You might have guessed it...inside that crop that he wanted to stuff full and choked on were exactly 31 kernals of corn. 31%.
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