A man from the city buys a farm and wants to stock it with
      animals.   He walks the five miles to the next farm where the
      farmer is selling some of his livestock.  The man asks the farmer
      if he can buy a rooster.  "Sure," replies the farmer, "Except, round
      here we call them Cocks."  Next, the man asks to buy a chicken.
      "Yep, sure can, except in these parts we don't call 'em chickens,
      we call 'em Pullits."   The farmer hands the man two separate cages
      to carry the fowls in.
      The man does not want to walk all the way home holding the cages and
      asks the farmer if he can buy his donkey.  "Sure can," replies the
      farmer.  "Around here we call 'em Asses."
      He helps the man up and hands him the cages, one in each hand. "Now,"
      says the farmer, "ya gotta scratch Ol' Henry between the ears to
      git him to go." and the farmer scratches the beast and he heads off
      down the road.
      About halfway home, the donkey stops and will move no further, despite
      all the  pleading of the man.  A woman walks by and the man calls to
      her.
      "Lady, could you hold my Cock and Pullit while I scratch my Ass?