Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A
small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the
birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell.
Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if
that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
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A Georgia woodpecker just loved to flit from tree to tree and peck holes in them all day long. But there was one particular hardwood in the forest that try as he might he could never penetrate. One summer he flew up to Pennsylvania to visit his cousin. They were out in the woods having a great time, when the Georgia bird spotted the very same tree he had trouble with in his native state. He says to his cousin "lets go over to that tree and put a hole in it". His cousin says "no way, I can´t penetrate it". The Georgia woodpecker feeling his oats flies directly to the impossible tree and rat- a tat- tat, he puts a hole in it for the first time. Moral of the story: Your pecker is always harder when you´re out of town.
small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the
birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says he cannot tell.
Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if
that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."
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A Georgia woodpecker just loved to flit from tree to tree and peck holes in them all day long. But there was one particular hardwood in the forest that try as he might he could never penetrate. One summer he flew up to Pennsylvania to visit his cousin. They were out in the woods having a great time, when the Georgia bird spotted the very same tree he had trouble with in his native state. He says to his cousin "lets go over to that tree and put a hole in it". His cousin says "no way, I can´t penetrate it". The Georgia woodpecker feeling his oats flies directly to the impossible tree and rat- a tat- tat, he puts a hole in it for the first time. Moral of the story: Your pecker is always harder when you´re out of town.