Young Dr. Labeaver was courting his future wife, who lived on an
adjoining farm out in west New York cattle country. One evening, as
they were sitting on his porch watching the sun go down over the hills,
LaBeaver spied his prize bull doing the business on one of his cows.
He sighed in contentment at this idyllic rural scene and figured the
omens were right for him to put the big question to his honey.
He leaned in close and whispered in her ear,
"Pumpkin, I'd sure like to be doing what that bull is doing."
"Well then, why don't you?" She whispered back.
"It is YOUR cow."