The Dead Chook
A golfer sliced a ball into a field of chickens,
striking one of the hens and killing it instantly.
He was understandably upset and sought out the farmer.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “my terrible tee shot
hit one of your hens and killed it. Can I replace the hen?”
“I don’t know about that,” replied the farmer, mulling it over.
“How many eggs a day do you lay?”