Ernie the rooster stood atop the barn crowing away. Helen, the hen, shouted for him to pipe down. We're having a meeting in the barn and you're too loud.
What meeting?
We are protesting a 10% increase in egg production quota.
Not my problem. My job is to crow all day.
You are self centered and repetitive with your noise.
What about my issues? I have rooster problems. Afraid of snakes. Can't lay the bagpipes. Sex hasn't been good.
If we don't meet our quotas we get shipped to Ottowa.
What does that mean?
We'll be hunted and enslaved. Canada has no egg shortage. We're expendable.
Okay, I'll be quiet.
Thanks. Can I get you anything?
Some spritzer would be nice. This dry heat kills my tone and pitch.
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