MacGregor the Fence Builder
A Scottish old-timer in Scotland, in a bar, says to a young man, "Lad, look
out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how well it's built. I
built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. I piled it for
months. But do they call me MacGregor the fence builder? Nooooo."
Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ya see how
smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I
carved that wood with me own hard labor, for eight days. But do they call
me MacGregor the bar maker? Noooooo."
Then the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to sea. Do ya
see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that
pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed it board by board. But do they
call me MacGregor the pier builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is
paying attention, "But one lousy sheep..."