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Show -w Sam had worked on the farm for nine years, and until his master took up poultry farming was quite satisfied with life. But this poultry business was a bit too much. He had to take j the eggs as they were laid and write the date on them with an indelible i nil pencil. And, worse than that, he had also to write on the eggs the breed of the hen that laid them. So one day he marched up to the farmer. "I'm about fed up," he said, "and I'm going to leave." "Surely, Sam," said the farmer, "you're not going to leave me after all these years?" "Yes, but I am," retorted Sam. "I've done every kind of rotten job on this here farm, but I'd rather starve than go on being private secretary to your old hens." Pearson's Weekly. |