Three bulls heard via the grapevine that the rancher was going to
bring yet another bull onto the ranch, and the prospect raised a
discussion among them.

First Bull: “Boys, we all know I've been here 5 years. Once we
settled our differences, we agreed on which 100 of the cows would
be mine. Now, I don't know where this newcomer is going to get
HIS cows, but I aint' givin' him any of mine.”

Second Bull: “That pretty much says it for me too. I've been
here 3 years and have earned my right to the 50 cows we've agreed
are mine. I'll fight'im till I run him off or kill ‘em, but I’M
KEEPIN' ALL MY COWS.”

Third Bull: “I've only been here a year, and so far you guys
have only let me have 10 cows to ”take care of“. I may not be as
big as you fellows (yet) but I am young and virile, so I simply
MUST keep all MY cows.”

They had just finished their big talk when an eighteen-wheeler
pulls up in the middle of the pasture with only ONE ANIMAL IN IT:
the biggest Son-of-Another-Bull these guys had ever seen! At 4700
pounds, each step he took toward the ground strained the steel
ramp to the breaking point.

First Bull: “You know, it's actually been some time since I
really felt I was doing all my cows justice anyway. I think I can
spare a few for our new friend.”

Second Bull: “I'll have plenty of cows to take care of if I just
stay on the opposite end of the pasture from HIM. I'm certainly
not looking for an argument.”

They look over at their young friend, the 3rd bull, and find him
pawing the dirt, shaking his horns, and snorting-the bull's
equivalent of an Ape's beating his chest or Man's bone-chilling,
war-like cry of “Stay away from my Woman, Vato!”

First Bull: “Son, let me give you some advice real quick. Let
him have some of your cows and live to tell about it.”

Third Bull: “Hell, Mister, he can have ALL MY COWS. I'm just
making sure he knows I'M a bull!”