A salesman had a sales route out in the country-side, calling on smaller mom & pop businesses. One day he was running late for an appointment, when in the middle of the road he sees a 3-legged chicken. After the shock wore off, he decided he had seen enough and he had to get moving quick to get to his next appointment. So, he hits his horn but the chicken does not move. The salesman now is angry and decides that, if the chicken doesn't want to move, he'll be roadside kill. He hits the accelerator and to his amazement the chicken keeps pace in fornt of his vehicle. He gets up to 70 mph and the chicken is still keeping pace. Finally, the chicken takes a dirt leading off the right from the main highway. By this time the salesman had completely forgotten about his next appointment because he had to learn more about this chicken. He follows the dust cloud left by the chicken, which leads him to a farm, where lo & behold, there are 3-legged chickens all over the place. The salesman goes to the farm house front door and knocks. A middle-aged man opens the door and, when asked about the 3-legged chickens, he chuckles and says that he and his wife have only 1 child and that they are poor and that they don't even have a refrigerator. Since all 3 of them love chicken legs, he decided to breed 3-legged chickens, so only 1 chicken/day needed to be harvested. The salesman states, "That is a fantastic story. How do they taste"? The farmer answers, "Heck if I know. I ain't been able to catch one yet."
