There was once a sheep farmer who needed help with the difficult
task of castrating some of his inferior male sheep to keep them
from breeding with the females. He hired a French guy who didn’t
speak English, but was a very good worker.
After the first day, they had successfully castrated 14 sheep
and his French worker was just about to throw away the ‘parts’,
but the sheep farmer yelled, “No! Don’t throw those away! My
wife fries them up and we eat them. They’re delicious and we
call them ‘sheep fries’.”
Later that day, the French hired hand came in for supper and
indeed, the ‘sheep fries’ were tasty.
The next day, they castrated 16 sheep, and the following evening
they all settled down to another supper of ‘sheep fries’. The
third day, however, when the sheep farmer came home, he asked
his wife where the French hired hand was.
She said, “You know, it was the weirdest thing! I told him
since there weren’t very many ‘sheep fries’ this evening, we
were also going to have French fries. Then he screamed and ran
like hell.”