Trevor the farmer was in the fertilised egg business. He had several
> > hundred young layers (hens), called 'pullets' and eight or ten
> > roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs. The farmer kept records
> > and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was
> > replaced. That took an awful lot of his time so he bought a set of
> > tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a
> > different tone so Trevor could tell from a distance, which rooster was
> > performing.
> >
> > Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply
> > by listening to the bells.
> >
> > The farmer's favourite rooster was old Gordon, and a very fine
> > specimen he was too. But on this particular morning Trevor noticed old
> > Gordon's bell hadn't rung at all! Trevor went to investigate. The
> > other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets,
> > hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover. But to farmer
> > Trevor's amazement, Gordon had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't
> > ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next
> > one.
> >
> > Trevor was so proud of Gordon, he entered him in the West Berks County
> > Fair and Gordon became an overnight sensation among the judges.
> >
> > The result?
> >
> > The judges not only awarded Gordon the No Bell Piece prize but they
> > also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.
> > Clearly Gordon was a politician in the making:
> > Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most
> > highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up
> > on the populace and screwing them when they weren't paying attention.
> >
> > Do you know a Pullitician called Gordon?