RAGING BULLS

  Three bulls were grumbling about the expected arrival of a
  fourth one. The first bull raged that he had
  been on the farm for 20 years and had 20 cows and wasn't
  going to give up a single cow to the
  newcomer. The second bull, with 10 cows, insisted he wasn't
  giving up any of his, and the third bull, with
  five cows, wasn't about to budge, either. 
  
  The next day, a truck pulled up and the farmer led out the
  biggest blackest, meanest bull the others had
  ever seen. "Well," said the first bull, "I guess 20 cows are a
  bit of a strain. He can have some of mine." 
  
  "Ten are too much for me, too," said the second. The third
  bull, however, stood kicking up dirt and
  snorting. The two others looked at him as if hem had gone
  stark staring mad. "Look, five cows aren't
  worth getting beaten up for," said one of the others. 
  
  "To hell with the bloody cows," the third snorted. "I just want
  to make sure he knows I'm a bull!"