Showing posts with label heifer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heifer. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Category: On the Farm

DO IT YOURSELF
In Eastern European anecdotes, Aristid and Tasilo are the names of two characters, personifying typical pre-World War II noblemen – foolish, lazy and conceited, of no use to the society.
Aristid and Tasilo owned a cattle-farm. They made a nice living selling milk, producing dairy products and selling male calves for meat. One day, during a big fire, their stable burned down and all their cattle perished. Aristid became very dejected.
“What are we going to do?” - he wailed. “Where will our livelihood come from?” 
“Don’t worry,” - consoled him Tasilo. “A small shed, with one calf, was not destroyed. We shall take the calf to be bred, it will have calves, which in turn will be inseminated and soon enough we will have a big herd.”
Aristid perked up a little. They took the calf to the village and asked one of the peasants:
“How much do you charge for having your bull mount our heifer.”
“Just $200,” - replied the peasant.
“Don’t you think that it is too much?” - asked Tasilo.
The owner of the bull retorted angrily:
“If you don’t like the price, maybe you should do it yourself.”
Both Aristid and Tasilo found this to be a capital idea. They returned to their farm and threw a coin to decide who will perform the deed. It turned out, that Tasilo was the man. He took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and entered the shed. For a while only muffled bangs, crashes and clangs were heard from the inside and then Tasilo reemerged, breathing heavily, with torn clothing and bleeding from several scratches.
“What on Earth happened to you?” - asked Aristid in astonishment.
“Do you know how difficult it is to flip a cow on its back?”
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Thursday, June 02, 2011

Category: On The Farm
NO PROBLEM
Young Dave was courting Mabel, who lived on an adjoining farm out west in the cattle country. One evening, as they were sitting on Dave's porch watching the sun go down over the hills, Dave spied his prize bull mounting one of his heifers. He sighed in contentment at this idyllic rural scene and figured the omens were right for him to put the hard word on Mabel. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear:
“Mabel, I sure wouldn’t mind doing a bit of that.”
“Well then, why don't you?”– Mabel whispered back. “It is your heifer.”


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