by Jason Alan
One day an ass trotted through the barnyard in a wicked sort of mood. He galloped as though he were a thoroughbred training for race day. Without actually running, of course. He passed by the cock and told him frankly, “I am weary of your morning cackle. Some of us like to sleep, you know.”
To this the cock replied, “And I have grown tiresome of your constant braying throughout the rest of the day, while I remain silent and watchful.”
The cock then proceeded to peck the stubborn ass to it’s death.
Moral: The cock always gets the ass in the end.