We used to live out in the country, and we had some neighbors that were not too swift. I remember one time we were walking down the road to go fishing and we bumpped in to old Denman who had a burlap bag over his shoulder.
My neighbor asked old Denman, "What's in the bag?"
"Chickens," Denman replied.
"If I guess how many you got, how many can I have," my neighbor asked.
"You can have both of them," Denman replied.
"OK," said my neighbor, "I guess five."