A play on words

Zeb was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers, called pullets, and eight or ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs. Zeb kept records, and any rooster that didn't perform well went into the soup pot and was replaced.

That took an awful lot of Zeb's time; so, Zeb got a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone sothat Zeb could tell, from a distance, which rooster was performing. Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.

Zeb's favourite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine specimen he
was, too but on this particular morning, Zeb noticed that Brewster's bell had not rung at all! Zeb went to investigate.

The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing! The
pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.
To Zeb's amazement, though, Brewster had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.

Zeb was so proud of Brewster that he entered him in the county
fair. Brewster was an overnight sensation.The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Piece Prize but also the Pulletsurprise.

:rofl:

Sometimes I really wonder about you then other times.............