Well, that's that

I have been away for a while.

OK, that isn't true. I have just been really lazy. I wish I could say that I have been working on my novel, or even a short story or two.

Uh-uh.

Just lazy.

BUT I'M BACK, BABY.

I thought I would start off my return with a good joke, but I couldn't think of one. SO how about a bad one instead?

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers, called "pullets," and ten roosters, whose job it 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 John 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 favorite rooster was old Butch, a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all!

John 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 John's amazement, old Butch 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. John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the County Fair and he became an instant sensation among the judges.

The result........The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pullet Surprise as well.

Hey, I warned you it was bad. If you still read it, that's on you.