The old bull, the one with the most cows, said, "He can't have any of my cows. They are MINE!"
The middle aged bull said, "Well, he certainly can't have any of my cows."
The youngest bull, who had just a few cows, said "He cannot have any of my cows. I'll fight him.
Several days later...
Several days later a semi tractor-trailer pulled into the barnyard. It was clearly visible from the knoll.
Horns protruded from the top of the trailer.
The new bull, smelling the cows, bellowed. The sides of the trailer flexed in-and-out like a trampoline.
The bull kicked and a dent the size of a garbage can lid appeared in the back of the trailer.
The old bull, raptly watching, said "Well, I started going to church and I think the only Christian thing to do is to let him have a few of my cows."
The middle bull said, "I suppose the only neighborly thing to do is to let him have a few of my cows.
They looked over at the young bull.
There comes a time...
And he was snorting and pawing at the ground.
The older bulls were astounded.
"Are you out of your mind? He will kill you!"
The young bull looked up from his three point stance. His expression was hard and opaque.
He said, "There comes a time in every bull's life when he must decide if he is a bull or a cow. That bull may kill me....but he will do it knowing that I am a bull."