Rooster Proxy
A man was driving down a quiet country lane when out into the road strayed a rooster.
Whack!
The rooster disappeared under the car in a cloud of feathers.
Shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse and rang the doorbell. A farmer appeared. The man somewhat nervously said, “I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him.”
“Suit yourself,” the farmer replied, “the hens are round the back.”