If the story I’m about to tell you is a lie, I didn’t tell it first. I heard it right after I had stepped in manure, and I’m only repeating it. The guy who told it to me asked that he not be blamed for the story, although he did tell the story to me. Honest, he really did. I’ve just substituted me for him in the story.

 

 

 

 

The Rooster, Egg, and Court House

 

 

 

 

It starts this...