He hired a French guy who didn’t speak much 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 found that the ‘sheep fries’ were, indeed, tasty.
The next day, they castrated 16 sheep, and in the evening settled down to another supper with the farmer, 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, which I fail to understand. I told him since there weren’t very many ‘sheep fries’ this evening, we were also going to have French fries.
Before I could react, he just screamed and bolted out of the house as though he’d seen a Ghost.”