A man was driving around the countryside in his new sports car, moving at speeds that bordered on unsafe.

When he checked his rear-view mirror, he noticed a small object, followed by a trail of dust, closing fast.

Curious, he slowed down to get a better look.

As the object came into view, it was clearly a chicken.

While the man watched in amazement, the bird whizzed past him.

He checked his speed. “Thirty-five miles an hour?” he thought. “No way a chicken just passed me.”

Determined not to be embarrassed by poultry, he slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

He passed the chicken with a grin, but moments later it was running right beside him again.

That’s when he noticed it had three legs.

Suddenly, the chicken sped ahead, took a sharp left turn, and disappeared behind a haystack.

The man swerved around the corner and slammed on his brakes to avoid a farmer calmly chewing on a toothpick.

The chicken stood nearby, not even out of breath.

The man got out of his car and asked, “Is that your chicken?”

“Yup.”

“How is it possible it has three legs?”

“Me and my wife, we raise ’em that way.”

“Why?” the man asked.

The farmer replied, “You sit down to dinner with your wife and a guest. You like a drumstick?”

“Sure.”

“Your wife likes one too?”

“Yeah.”

“And your guest probably wants one as well?”

The man smiled. “Oh, I get it! So what do they taste like?”

The farmer shrugged and said, “Dunno… never caught one.”