A little boy came down to breakfast. Since he lived on a farm, his mother asked if he had done his chores. "Not yet," said the little boy. His mother tells him he canít have any breakfast until he does his chores. Well, heís a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. "How come I donít get any eggs and bacon? Why donít I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks. "Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you donít get any eggs. I saw you kick the pig, so you donít get any bacon, either. I also saw you kick the cow, so you arenít getting any milk this morning." Just about then, his father comes down for breakfast, and he kicks the cat as heís walking into the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, "Are you going to tell him, or should I?"