Fine Hen

The farmer was not too pleased with the frequent visits from his wife's two nephews who were both Jesuit priests. She was in the habit of wining and dining them royally. On one occasion she forced him to kill the two finest chickens in the hen-run for the Jesuits' lunch. After lunch the two men of the cloth accompanied the farmer on a tour of the farmyard. When they came to the hen-run they remarked on the fine cock that they saw there, preening himself. "That's a very proud looking cock,' one of them remarked. The farmer caustically replied: 'Is it any wonder and he with two fine sons in the Jesuits?'