In a small town way out in the country, a local farmer invited the new preacher and his wife to come out to the farm for supper.
While the women were finishing preparations in the kitchen, the men talked in the living room.
The farmer was in the middle of telling the preacher that because he was sure that most ministers liked chicken, that’s what he had asked his wife to prepare.
The farmer’s son, playing nearby, spoke up and said, “But I thought it was ‘buzzard’, not ‘chicken’ that we were eating today.”
“Of course not, where did you ever get that idea?” demanded the farmer.
“Well, I overheard you telling mommy that we ought to hurry up and have the ‘old buzzard'” for dinner and get it over with.”