"I am in the fertilized egg business. I Have several hundred
young layers, called pullets, and eight or ten roosters,
whose job is to mate them and fertilize the eggs.

I keep good records, and any rooster that doesn't perform
well goes into the soup pot and is replaced. That takes
an awful lot of  time; so, I got a set of tiny bells and
attached them to my roosters.

Each bell had a different  tone so that I can tell, from a
distance, which rooster is performing.

Now I can sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report
simply by listening to the bells.

My favorite rooster is old Willie. A very fine specimen he is.
But on this particular morning, I noticed that Willie's bell
had not rung at all!

So I went to investigate.

The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing!
The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

BUT, to my amazement, Willie 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.

I was so proud of Willie that we entered him in the county fair.
Willie was an overnight sensation!

The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Piece Prize
but also the Pulletsurprise."