Three Legged Chicken

A farmer was driving down a country road one afternoon when a blur of feathers shot past his truck. To his amazement, it was a chicken running alongside him — but not just any chicken. This one had three legs.

The farmer floored the accelerator: 30 miles an hour… 40… 50. The chicken kept pace, its three legs pumping like pistons. At 60 miles per hour it darted ahead and turned sharply into a long gravel driveway.

Curiosity got the better of the farmer. He followed the drive until he reached a modest farmhouse. Out in the yard were dozens of chickens — and every single one had three legs.

The farmer knocked on the door, and a man in overalls answered.
“Excuse me,” said the farmer, “but I just chased one of your chickens off the road. It had three legs! And now I see they all do. What’s going on here?”

The man grinned.
“Well, you see, there’s three of us in this household: me, my wife, and our boy. We all love chicken drumsticks. But when you cook a regular chicken, there are only two legs, and somebody always goes without. So I started breeding three-legged chickens so that every one of us gets a drumstick.”

The farmer blinked in amazement. “That’s incredible! So… how do they taste?”

The man shrugged.
“Don’t know. Haven’t caught one yet.”