Stupidity

My uncle Bob, is an expert in
social science of economics.
He was preparing an 'Ideal Fodder
Plan' for his cow.

Every morning he used to
gauge the forage. I could hear his
measured call, "Jumbo! Your
breakfast is ready, boy!"

He told the feed was being reduced
by ten percent per week. At the end
of the third, I could hear him call,
"Jumbo! Your lunch, dear."

After six weeks, Jumbo would barely
walk. "His consumption has lessened
by near about fifty three percent. Yet
he's alive. Kicking!"

At the end of tenth, Jumbo hardly
could moo.

My uncle lamented in a Seminar:
"How stupid can bovines be! They
lose the battle when they learn
to survive -on nothing."