Chickens

A man was driving down a country dirt road when he looked in his rearview mirror, and noticed something behind his car. After looking at this object getting closer and closer, he looked down at his speedometer, and he was driving about 45 MPH. After a minute or so, the object was almost to the rear of his car, and he could tell that it was not large at all. He glanced at his side view mirror, and saw that the object was getting ready to pass him, so he slowed down to 40 MPH. As the object began to pass, the man was shocked to see that it was a chicken, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.

The man sped up to 50 MPH, and the chicken was keeping pace. Accelerating to 60 MPH, the chicken began to pull away, and whipped in front of the man, leaving him in a cloud of dust. The road began to twist and turn more, so he slowed down, and followed the dusty trail left behind by the speeding bird.

The man followed the chicken for another minute or so, and saw it run under a fence next to a farmhouse, where there was a huge dust cloud being kicked up. He pulled off of the road, and parked next to the fence, at about the same spot that the chicken ran underneath.

As he was trying to figure out what had just happened, he glanced down at the ground, and noticed another chicken pecking around at a fence post. Upon closer examination, he was shocked to see that the chicken had three legs, and there were many more running around inside the fence. He didn't know what to think about this situation.

Just then, an older gentleman comes up to the man and says, "Can I help ya?"

The man says, "Uhh, sure, I think so. I think that I was passed on the road by one of your chickens. I followed it here, and it ran underneath the fence, and now I see this one here with THREE legs! What is going on?"

The farmer says, "Well, mister, my wife and my son and I all love ta eat chicken, and we loooove to eat drumsticks. So, in order for each of us ta have a drumstick come dinner time, we'd have ta kill two chickens, and argue over who gets the last drumstick. So, being a farmer and all, I got in touch with some of the scientists who mess with that 'thar genetecial engeneering type stuff to make it whar we only hafta kill one chicken for each of us ta get a drumstick."

The driver said, "Well that is amazing! How do they taste?"

The farmer replied, "Dunno, ain't been able ta catch one yet."