Moppen over Fauna en Flora

Een boer had een nieuwe haan gekocht. De oude haan gaat direct naar de nieuwe en zegt:
"Ik ben blij dat g'er zijt, maar zoudt ge ook nog een paar kippen voor mij over willen laten?"
Waarop de jonge haan:
"Nee, ik ben hier nu heer en meester en alle kippen zijn voor mij!"
Daarop zegt de oude haan:
"Dan heb ik een ander voorstel; we doen een loopwedstrijd. Als gij wint, moogde alle kippen hebben, als ik win krijg ik er ook een paar. Maar ik ben al oud, dus wil ik een paar meter voorsprong." De jonge haan gaat direct akkoord.
De oude haan begint te lopen, en wat later begint ook de jonge haan te lopen... Recht achter de oude haan. Op dat moment komt de boer het erf op met z'n tweeloop en schiet de jonge haan dood. "Godverdoeme," zegt hij, "da's nu al de vierde homofiele haan da'k gekocht heb dees maand!!"

It was October and the Indians on a remote reservation asked their new Chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a Chief in a modern society he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared. But being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and
Asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.
So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared. A week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?"
"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."
The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find. Two weeks later the Chief called the National Weather Service again.
"Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.
The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy."