A disputa pelo pato

A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural North Cowra . He shot and
dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of
a fence.

As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on
his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded,
'I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going to retrieve
it.'

The old farmer Peter replied, 'This is my property, and you are not
coming over here.'
The indignant lawyer said, 'I am one of the best trial lawyers in
Australia and, if you don't let me get that duck,
I'll sue you and take everything you own.'


The old farmer smiled and said, 'Apparently, you don't know how we
settle disputes in North Cowra .
We settle small disagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'


The lawyer asked, 'What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?'
The Farmer replied, 'Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I
get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three
times
and so on back and forth until someone gives up.'

The lawyer quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that
he could easily take the old codger.
He agreed to abide by the local custom.

The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to
the attorney.
His first kick planted the toe of his heavy-steel-toed-work-boot into
the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees!

His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing
from his mouth.
The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear
end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pad.


Summoning every bit of his will and remaining strength the lawyer very
slowly managed to get to his feet.
Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, 'Okay, you old
fart. Now it's my turn.'


(I love this part)


The old farmer smiled and said, 'Nah, I give up. You can have the
duck.'