A California family bought a ranch in Wyoming, where they planned to raise cattle. A friend came to visit one weekend and asked if the ranch had a name.
“Well,” said the would-be cattleman, “to be honest we’ve had a few arguments over names. I wanted to call the ranch Bar-J; my wife favoured the Suzy-Q; one son liked the Flying-L; and my other son wanted the Happy-T. So as a compromise we’ve called it the Bar-J-Suzy-Q-Flying-L-Happy-T Ranch.”
“Right,” said the friend. “But tell me, where are all your cattle?”
“So far, none has survived the branding.”