|There was once a Sheep Farmer who needed help with his farm, especially, the difficult task of castrating some of his inferior male Sheep to keep them from breeding with the Females.|
He hired a Frenchman who didn't speak much English, but was a very good worker. After the first day, they had successfully castrated 14 sheep and his French worker was just about to throw away the severed, "parts", when the Sheep Farmer yelled, "No, Don't throw those away. My Wife fries them up and we eat them ... they're delicious, and we call them 'Sheep Fries'."
Later that day, the French hired-hand came in for supper and, indeed, he thought that the "Sheep Fries" were very tasty.
The next day, they castrated 16 Sheep, and that evening they all settled down to another supper of "Sheep Fries".
On the third day, however, when the Sheep Farmer came in for supper, he asked his wife where the French hired-hand was.
"You know, it's the weirdest thing," she said. "I told Him that since there weren't that many 'Sheep Fries' this evening, we were also going to have French Fries ... and he ran like his ass was on fire!"