A Farmer named Beharry....a must read?

Alwright...ah Know is Holy Thursday and all...but...take a lil giggle!!


A farmer named Beharry was overseeing his herd in a big field not too far from Valencia stretch when suddenly a brand-new black Prado advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust. In the back seat, a man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Serengetti sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the farmer, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"

Beharry looks at the man, who obviously feels he is a hotshot big boy, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "yeah, why not?"

The big boy instructs the driver to park the PCL Prado, his assistant whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Blackberry cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The assistant then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany .

Within seconds, he receives an email on his PDA that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry Storm and, after a few minutes, receives a response.

Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, hands it to the bigboy who turns to Beharry and says, "You have exactly 586 cows and calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says Beharry.
He watches the bigboy in his suit select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the driver and assistant stuff it into the back of the PCL Prado.

Then Beharry says to the bigboy, "Aye, if I can tell you exactly what your job is, will you give me back my calf?"

The bigboy thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"

"You're a member of parliament", says Beharry.

"Wow! That's correct," says the bigboy, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required." answered the farmer. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about how hard working people make a living - or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep.....

Now give me back my “fuking’ dog.