I was driving down a country road, doing about 40 mph, when a chicken appeared and was running along side my car. I was amazed at how fast this chicken was running. I noticed something peculiar about the bird; it had three legs. I hit gas and accelerated to 55 mph. The chicken kept up. I did 80 and so did the chicken. This was extraordinary. Before I could go any faster, the chicken passed me and was leaving my car in its dust. It was a dot in the distance when I saw it turn right and up to a farm. I had to find out about this creature. A minute later I turned down the long drive towards the farm. A farmer was standing outside his barn and waved me down. I stopped my car next to the farmer.
"Bet you're following my chicken," he said.
"Yes, I was. Was my eyes playing tricks or did that chicken have three legs?"
"Indeed she does. It took years of breeding to produce a three legged bird."
"You planned that? Why?"
The farmer said, "You married?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Do you ever have chicken for dinner?"
"Do you like the drumstick?"
"Does your wife like a drumstick?"
She does and I told him so.
"Well, suppose you're having dinner and you both have a drumstick. That works out okay. But what if you have a guest over. He may want a drumstick also. That's why I bred a three legged bird. To have an extra just in case."
"Really," I exclaimed. "That's astounding. Does the drumsticks from the three legger taste as good as a two legged chicken?"
"I haven't tried one yet."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Can't catch 'em."
(If you like this joke, thank you. If not, blame Buddy Hackett. I stole it from him.)