Three-Kick Rule

A famous city lawyer went duck hunting in a rural area. 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 came and asked him what he was doing.

 

The lawyer responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going in to retrieve it." The old farmer replied. "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."

 

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys 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 do things in this village. We settle small disagreements like this with the Three-Kick Rule." The lawyer asked, "What is the Three-Kick Rule?" The Farmer replied. "Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up."

 

The big-city attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old farmer. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer walked up to the lawyer. His first kick to the shin had the lawyer hopping around on one foot when suddenly the farmer planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's chest and dropped him to his knees. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer gave third kick to his head. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, now it's my turn."

 

The old farmer smiled and said, "No, I give up. You can have the duck."