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Muriel, the hired hand/milk maid hated her job. But it paid the bills. Yesterday, she absent-mindedly walked into the pig pen with her pail of cow's milk. She meant to bring it in the hut. It was these types of mistakes that forced her off her career path as a hair stylist and into manual labor. She just couldn't be trusted with a pair of scissors. Muriel hated pigs more than anything.

The pigs hated Muriel too. Stupid milk wench. She had stumbled into their domain one time too many. Maybe next time she'd think more clearly.

Old McDonald ran the farm. Everyday he'd walk the fields with his rifle and an old charred piece of crooked wood in his other hand. He liked to keep a good eye on his cows. He didn't trust Muriel with the milking. She constantly was wandering around in places she didn't belong and, more than once, he had to use the charred piece of wood to keep her in line.

Old McDonald was particularly irritated when the geese began pestering the cows. This seemed to happen more frequently in the past 4 months. The geese had actually grown larger than the cows and threatened their safety. He didn't hesitate to fire off a round or two when he saw any kind of aggression on their part. God bless the second amendment.

McDonald's wife Betty enjoyed her role as farmer's wife. She loved spending time with the chickens. She couldn't ever bring herself to kill them so whenever her husband wanted chicken for dinner, she'd drop a chicken off at the local SPCA and stop by KFC for a 12-piece bucket. She wasn't as fond of the rabbits. If they didn't start respecting her garden's boundaries, she'd see if she could borrow her husband's rifle.

Both Mr. and Mrs. McDonald were deeply concerned when they noticed that their chickens were larger than the pigs as well as the cows. McDonald vowed his wife was placing HGHs or steroids in the chicken feed. This caused more marital strife than the McDonalds liked to admit. Betty vehemently denied the accusation instead insisting that the growth was a direct result of the protein shakes she was blending the chickens in the morning.

McDonald had the brilliant idea to put the giant chickens up against the giant geese in a fight to the finish. He figured if the fight was vicious enough, he could charge the neighbors admission and perhaps sell popcorn or beer. Maybe that twit of a milk maid could make some ice cream.

The chicken-goose fight turned ugly when Muriel tripped over her boot and crashed through the pen. Old McDonald charred crooked stick wasn't quick enough to keep both chicken and goose from attacking.

The End.