We were in Rural King, a farm supply store similar to a Fleet and Farm, the other day and had to stop and admire the baby chicks for a few minutes. For some odd reason, this story popped into my mind.
A northern city slicker moved down here to the Massanutten Mountains and decided to take up farming as to become self-sufficient. He heads to the local Rural King and tells the man, “Give me a hundred baby chicks.” The RK counts out 100 straight run chicks, places them in a box and the city slicker heads home.
A week later the city slicker returns and says, “Give me two hundred baby chicks.” Again, the RK associate complies.
Again, a week later the same city slicker returns to Rural King. This time he says, “Give me five hundred baby chicks.”
“Wow!” the RK man replies, “You must really be doing well!”
“Naw,” says the city slicker with a sigh. “I’m either planting them too deep or too far apart!”
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