Fowl Play
One sunny afternoon, a fellow was out playing golf when he sliced his tee shot clear off the fairway… right into a nearby farm field.
Next thing he knew—WHACK!—the ball struck a chicken, and the poor hen dropped right where she stood.
Feeling downright awful, the golfer made his way to the farmhouse, hat in hand, and told the farmer:
“Sir, I’m truly sorry. My terrible shot hit one of your hens… and, well, it didn’t make it. I feel terrible. Can I replace her?”
The farmer scratched his head, looked the golfer up and down, and said:
“Hmm... I don’t know about that. How many eggs a day do you lay?”
