Farmer John lived on a quiet rural highway west of Geelong.
But as time went by, the traffic slowly built up & became so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day.

So one day Farmer John called the local police station and said,
"You've got to do something about all of these people driving so
fast and killing my chickens."

"What do you want us to do?" asked the policeman.
"I don't care, just do something about those crazy drivers!"
So the next day the policeman had the Main Road’s workers
go out erect a sign that said:

SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING

Three days later Farmer John called the policeman and said,
"You've got to do something about these drivers. The ‘school
crossing' sign seems to make them go even faster!"
So, again, the policeman sends out the Main Roads workers’
and they put up a new sign:

SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY

That really sped them up. So Farmer John called and
called and called every day for three weeks.
Finally, he asked the policeman, "Your signs are doing no
good at all ... can I put up my own sign?"

The policeman said, "Sure, go ahead."
He was willing to let Farmer John do just about anything
in order to get him to stop calling to complain.

The policeman got no more calls from Farmer John.
Three weeks later, curiosity got the best of the policeman
and he decided to give Farmer John a call. “ How’s the
problem with those drivers. Did you put up your sign?"

"Oh, I sure did,” replied Farmer John, ”and not one chicken
has been killed since then. I've got to go. I'm very busy."
He hung up the phone.

The policeman was really curious and he thought to himself,
"I'd better go out there and take a look at that sign … it might
be something that WE could use to slow down drivers."

So he drove out to Farmer John's house, and his jaw dropped
the moment he saw the sign.

It was spray painted on a huge sheet of plywood....
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SLOW :NUDIST COLONY
Go slow and watch out for chicks!

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Trevor was in the fertilized egg business.



He had several hundred young pullets and about ten roosters, whose
job was to fertilize the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went
into the soup pot and was replaced.

That took an awful lot of his time so he bought a set of tiny bells
and attached them to his roosters.

Each bell had a different tone so Trevor 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.

The farmer's favourite rooster was old Tony , and a very fine
specimen he was too.



But on this particular morning Trevor noticed old Tony's bell
hadn't rung at all!



Trevor went to investigate.

The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing.



The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

But to farmer Trevor's amazement, Tony 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.

Trevor was so proud of Tony ; he entered him in the Hertfordshire
County Fair and Tony became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result : The judges not only awarded Tony the No Bell Piece
Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly Tony was a pullitician in the making: Who else but a
pullitician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted
awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and
screwing them when they weren't paying attention.

Do you know any Pulliticians named Tony ?