>Zebediah was in the fertilized egg business. He had
>several hundred young layers, called pullets, and eight
>or ten roosters, whose job was to fertilize the eggs.
>
>Zeb kept records, and any rooster that didn't perform
>well went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took
>an awful lot of Zeb's time; so, Zeb got a set of tiny
>bells and attached them to his roosters.
>
>Each bell had a different tone so that Zeb could tell,
>from a distance, which rooster was performing.
>
>Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an
>efficiency report simply by listening to the bells.
>
>Zeb's favorite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine
>specimen he was, too.
>
>But on this particular morning, Zeb noticed that
>Brewster's bell had not rung at all!!
>
>Zeb went to investigate.
>
>The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-
>ringing! The pullets, hearing the roosters coming,
>would run for cover.
>
>BUT, to Zeb's amazement, Brewster had his bell in his
>beak, so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet,
>do his job and walk on to the next one.
>
>Zeb was so proud of Brewster that he entered him in the
>county fair.
>
>Brewster was an overnight sensation.
>
>The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Piece Prize
>but also the Pulletsurprise.