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A family of four decides city life doesn’t suit them anymore, so they sell their suburban home and buy a dairy farm…
After a week or so, the father and his two sons are out fixing the fence when their neighbor pulls up in a pickup truck.
He hops out, tipping his hat, and says, “Howdy folks! Name’s Al, but people ‘round here call me ‘Big Al’. Y’all new to ranchin’?”
The father nods, and they exchange pleasantries until Big Al asks, “Got a name for your ranch yet?”
The father scratches his head and replies, “Well, I wanted to call it ‘Bar-J’… “
“The wife, though, liked ‘Suzy-Q’, and our oldest son liked the ‘Flying-W’, while our youngest thought the ‘Lazy-Y’ sounded cool… “
“So, in the end, we compromised and called it the ‘Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-W-Lazy-Y Ranch’.”
Big Al raises an eyebrow, lets out a low whistle and says, “That’s one heck of a name!… “
“But where’s all your cattle?” he asks.
Looking out over the empty pasture, the father sighs and says, “Well, actually… “
“None of them made it through the branding process.”
