The Rooster and the Hens ( A Fable )

Once upon a time there was a rooster, a most large and powerful bird.  So large and fierce was he that as he grew to chickenhood he challenged the cock of the walk, winning the battle and control of the hen house.  He soon had the hen house running like an tight ship and ruled with an iron claw.  The rooster required tribute from the hens, for his protection from the fox and this was a percentage of the eggs, which they dutifully hid from the farmer.  Soon he was as wealthy as he was powerful, for he sold the eggs at the market and reaped vast profits (for what does it cost a rooster to get eggs?).
      After a while the rooster began to think if he could control one hen house, why not two or three and have even more eggs to sell at market?  Soon he recruited loyal rooster minions from the hen house and began night campaigns against the neighboring farmhouses. Such was the strength and the fierceness of his troops he soon had control of five farmhouses, set up a loyal minion as a vassal and the eggs in his coffers soon piled high.
     The rooster was most pleased, he had all the eggs he could ever want and things were going well , or so he thought.  While things were running smoothly at this hendom, there was uproar and chaos at the outlying fiefdoms.   Chickens being what they are, they were lost without his firm hand.  They were running around like chicken with their... well, you know. 
     So, off the rooster went with his loyal minions and paid "visits" to the outlying hen houses and he was not pleased with what he saw.  The other House of Eggs were not being run in the same orderly manner as the House of Eggs Headquarter, LLC and his vassals complained about the tax they felt was too high.  This vexed the rooster so that he demanded the hens give him an even higher percentage of the eggs.  Such was the amount the hens would have to lay all day and night just to keep up with both the farmer's needs and the rooster's tax.
    The hens grew most upset, they knew not what to do.  How could they possibly give so much to the rooster when they had so much to give to the farmer to avoid the soup pot?   En mass, the hens rebelled and went to the rooster saying, " We will give you no more eggs and there is nothing you can do about it, for you will not kill us - where would your precious eggs be then?"
"Dear  hens," the rooster cried, " you must be mad.  Give me the eggs I ask and worry not about the farmer". The hens replied they could never do that, for the farmer would have no qualms about killing them for poor production - he could eat them and buy more hens, after all, and he provided the grain and water.
     The rooster saw he was beaten and fled the farm and the neighborhood, never to be heard from again - though rumour has it he change his name to David Lee Roth and had something to do with rock music.
     Moral: Don't count on eggs unless you keep the chickens happy!