An experienced farmer marries a young, ditzy city girl and he takes her home to his farm.  The young wife is a pretty good cook, cleans well, and even makes him a large glass of iced sweet tea every afternoon.  The farmer is really impressed and is very appreciative, but he is concerned that she is spending all of her time attending to his needs and she is beginning to look tired. After a long talk with his wife, the farmer convinces his wife that she should take it easy and maybe take up a hobby to help her relax.  The wife decides that she would like to take-up knitting so the farmer takes his wife into town and she gets some books on knitting and huge amounts of yarn.  The farmer was concerned about the amount of yarn his wife was buying, but he reasoned that, being a novice knitter, she would need plenty of yarn for practice. 

After a few months the farmer was dying to see how his wife was coming along with her hobby.  He was amazed at her output when she showed him a room full of small sweaters. Upon closer examination, the farmer found that the sweaters were perfectly knitted but they all had flaws – none of the small sweaters had sleeves or even arm holes.  Not one to disappoint his wife but curious about the same mistake on all of the sweaters, the farmer pointed out the missing sleeves. 

The wife said “Oh silly, chickens don’t need sleeves on their sweaters.”

Perplexed, the farmer asked why the chickens needed sweaters. 

The wife said, “I heard you talking to the farmer next door when he asked if you were going to sell your surplus roosters and you said no, I’ll just pluck them and put them in the freezer. I thought they might get cold in there with no feathers.”

And I felt the groans of a billion souls….

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