> A cowboy named Bud was overseeing his herd in a remote
> mountainous pasture
> in Montana when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a
> dust cloud
> towards him.
>
>
>
> The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan
> sunglassesand YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy,
> 'If I tell you
> exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you
> give me a
> calf?'
>
>
>
> Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully
> grazing herd and calmly answers, 'Sure, Why not?'
>
>
>
> The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook
> computer,connects it
> to his Singular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on
> the Internet
> where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his
> location which
> he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an
> ultra-high-resolution photo.
>
>
>
> The young man then opens the digital photo in A Adobe Photoshop
> and exports
> it to an image processing facility in Hamburg , Germany
>
>
>
> Within seconds, he receives an e-mail on his Palm Pilot that
> the image has
> been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database
> through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with e-mail on his
> Blackberryand, after a few minutes, receives a response.
>
>
>
> Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech,
> miniaturized HP Laser Jet printer and finally turns to the
> cowboy and says,
> You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves.'
>
>
>
> 'That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,'
> says Bud.
>
>
>
> He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on
> amused as
> the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
>
>
>
> Then the Bud says to the young man, 'Hey, if I can tell you
> exactly what
> your business is, will you give me back my calf?'
>
>
>
> The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, 'Okay,
> why not?'
>
>
>
> 'You're a Congressman for theU.S. Government', says Bud.
>
>
>
> 'Wow! That's correct,' says the yuppie, 'but how did you guess
> that?'
>
>
>
> 'No guessing required.' answered the cowboy. 'You showed up
> here even
> though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I
> already knew
> to a question I never asked. You tried to show me how much
> smarter than me
> you are; and you don't know a thing about cows...this is a
>
> Herd of sheep. . .
>
>
>
> Now give me back my dog.