Uncle John was in the fertilized egg business.
He had several hundred young layers, called pullets,
and 8 or 10 roosters whose job was to fertilize the eggs.
My uncle kept records, and any rooster or pullet that
didn't perform well went into the pot and was replaced.
This took a lot of time.
So, my uncle got a set of tiny bells and attached them to
his roosters. He could then sit on the porch and fill out
an efficiency report by listening to the bells.
My uncle's favorite was Brewster Rooster. A very fine
specimen he was, but his bell had not rung
all morning, so Uncle John went to investigate.
Several roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing.
Brewster had his bell in his beak so it couldn't ring.
He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on
to the next one.
Uncle was so proud of Brewster he entered him in
the county fair, and he was an overnight sensation.
Now here it comes
The judges not only awarded him the No Bell Prize,
but also the Pullet Surprise.