Three chickens are talking.
“When I grow up, I’ll cuddle louder than everybody else,” said the first.
“When I grow up, I’ll overwhelm all the chickens in our chickens,” the second answered.
"That's what I'll tell you, brothers," said the third, "it's not a chicken farm, but a poultry farm, and with the name Broiler I would be more modest in my plans for the future.