Mr. Cheney was telling us of an experience he had one summer day. He had just purchased a brand new, second-hand, car. (a car could have a hundred thousand miles on it but when a person bought that vehicle, it was new to him). Mr. Cheney was riding along a back country road checking out his new toy. The speedometer was steady at fifty five miles an hour and he was as happy to be enjoying such a wonderful ride.     He glanced out his left window and a hen was running along side his car. Mr. Cheney wanted to see how fast the hen could run so he pushed down a little harder on the gas peddle.

   He was now speeding along at seventy miles an hour and the chicken was still there. Then Mr. Cheney saw the reason the chicken was so fast; she had six legs. She would run along on two for awhile and then switch over and run on two that were rested.    

   Mr. Cheney was about to add a little more speed when the hen took off on a dirt road leading to a farmhouse. Immediately he slowed his car down, backed up to the road he had just missed, and followed the hen. As he drove up to the farmyard he saw an old farmer standing there leaning against a wooden fence.

   “Did ya see where that hen went?” Mr. Cheney asked the farmer.

   “Aayah, I saw her,” the farmer answered hardly bothering to look at Mr. Cheney.

   “Does she belong to you?”

   “Yup, she’s mine,” the farmer answered as he turned and looked at his inquisitor.

   “Why is she so fast?” Mr. Cheney asked getting more curious by the minute.

   “You sure ask a lot of questions for a stranger,” the farmer said, “but you ain’t the first one to ask. Give me a quarter and I’ll tell you all about her. Mr. Cheney hated to part with a quarter but he was too curious not to.

   “The reason she goes so fast is because I am experimenting with her. I found a way to grow four more legs on her so I could get a better price for my hens at the market.

   “How did it work out?” Mr. Cheney asked.

   “Well, so far pretty good,” the farmer said turning to look over the fence again.
 

“She’s always the first  one to come when I put out grain for all my hens, she has outrun a chicken hawk at least a dozen times, and I’ve taken in over twenty dollars from curious people like yourself. There is however one big fault with her."

   "What in the world can that be," Mr. Cheney asked just about dying from curiousity?"

   "I'd be right happy to tell you for another dime," the farmer answered knowing his visitor was really hooked.

   Mr. Cheney almost turned and walked off, but he had to know the answer to his question, so he reluctantly paid out another ten cents.

   "Well," the farmer said almost on the verge of tears, "she's so darned fast that by the time I catch her she'll be too old and tough to eat."

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