Seven years old Zack comes down to kitchen for breakfast and his mother Carmin asks if he had done his works. Zack says; “Not yet, mom.”
Carmin tells Zack that until he completes his works, he won’t be getting any breakfast.
Zack is a little angry, so he goes to feed the chickens and ducks and kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows and bulls, and kicks a cow as well. He goes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig.
Zack goes back in home for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cornflakes. “How come I don’t get any eggs and sausage? Why don’t I have any milk in my cornflakes?” he asks.
“Well,” Carmin answers, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs for two weeks. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any sausage for two weeks either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for two weeks you aren’t getting any milk.”
Mean while, Zack’s father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat half way across the kitchen.
Zack grins and looks up at his mother, “Are you going to tell him, or shall I?”