THE TWO CHICKENS OR
THE TWO EARS
NE day a parish priest had invited a relative to luncheon and wished to give him something nice to eat. He ordered two tender young chickens to be killed and plucked.
In the morning, before celebrating Mass, he said to his servant:
“Cook the two chickens for lunch and prepare them as nicely as possible, as my cousin is very fond of his food.”
“All right, your Reverence,” replied the servant.
When the chickens were roasted, wanting to know if they were done to a turn, she cut off a piece of the wing.
“It wants another five minutes,” she thought; she then took another little piece. That so whetted her appetite that she continued to take pickings until nearly all the chicken had disappeared.
“One is worse than useless,” she thought, so the second chicken disappeared after the other.
Crying bitterly she went to find the cousin.