A man was driving down a quiet country lane when out into
       the road strayed a rooster.  Whack!  The rooster disappeared
       under the car.  A cloud of feathers.

       Shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse, rang the door
       bell.  A farmer appeared.  The man, somewhat nervously said,
       "I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace
       him".  "Suit yourself," the farmer replied, "the hens are
       round the back."