An old farmer is sitting on his milking stool holding an empty bucket and silently weeping His son realizes he’s crying and asks him what’s wrong.
“Bessy, my favorite dairy, gone and runnoft on me. Yer ma left the gate open again”
“Well don’t worry Pa, Ma is always forgettin things, but I’m sure we’ll find’er”
“Well yer Ma found ‘er but she was already dead, she worked her way onto the meat farm yonder and wound up getting processed”
“Aww Pa that makes me mad fer ya! But at least we can eat ‘er and she won’t go to waste”
“Well that’s the thing boy, yer ma thought I wouldn’t wanna eat my Bessy so she cooked it all and gave it to the charities. I tried to get ‘er back but it was ate already”
“Well pa now I’m downright pissed fer ya! How could ma do that?!”
“She weren’t done yet! After that I came out here to get this mornin’s milk from the storage
just to find it spilled all over the floor!” At this point the old farmer breaks down blubbering
and the son can’t stand it anymore, he marches back into the house and starts screaming at his mom
“GOD DAMNIT MA YOU LET BESSY OUT! PA IS OUT THERE’S BLIBBERING ABOUT HIS BESSY!”
“No, boy. Yer Pa ain’t blubberin about no Bessy, he’s cryin over spilled milk and a missed steak!”