What do you call a pig that knows carate ?
A pork chop
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a pig named Porky. Now, Porky wasn’t your ordinary farm pig.
While most pigs spent their days rolling around in the mud, eating scraps, or napping, Porky had a secret talent—he had mastered karate!
It all started when he was a piglet. One day, while exploring the barn, he accidentally knocked over a stack of hay bales. As the bales tumbled down, they hit a old, dusty book that fell open to a page titled “Karate for Beginners.” Porky, being the curious pig he was, decided to give it a go.
He tried mimicking the moves from the book, and to his surprise, he was really good at it! His tiny pig hooves made perfect roundhouse kicks, and his snout was a perfect tool for perfecting his jabs.
Word quickly spread through the village that there was a pig who could do karate. The chickens were amazed, the cows were impressed, and the farmers… well, they were downright confused. But one thing was for sure—Porky had become the village’s most unexpected celebrity.
One day, a group of local bullies, led by a particularly rude rooster named Cluckles, decided they’d had enough of Porky’s karate antics. They challenged him to a duel right in the middle of the village square.
The challenge was set. Cluckles strutted forward, puffing out his chest, “Come at me, Porky! Let’s see what you’ve got!”
Porky took a deep breath, his belly wobbling as he bowed respectfully. He then stood tall on his hind legs, his front hooves raised in perfect karate stance. The villagers gathered in a circle, eagerly watching the showdown.
“Porky! Porky!” they chanted, and the pig was feeling confident.
Cluckles lunged first, flapping his wings dramatically. But Porky was too fast! With a swift roundhouse kick, he sent Cluckles flying backwards into a pile of hay. The crowd gasped and then erupted into applause.
Cluckles, feathers ruffled and ego bruised, got back on his feet and tried again. This time, he aimed for Porky’s legs. But Porky’s defensive moves were swift! He blocked with a perfect “karate chop” and then struck Cluckles with a gentle tap of his hoof. Cluckles stumbled and fell into a mud puddle, looking completely defeated.
The crowd roared with laughter.
“Well, well,” Porky said with a smug little grin, “What do you call a pig that knows karate?”
Cluckles raised an eyebrow, still trying to shake the mud off, “I don’t know… what?”
Porky stood tall, holding his head high, and with a confident snort said, “A pork chop!”
The whole village burst into laughter, and from that day on, Porky was not only the karate champion but also the village comedian. Every time he performed a move, he’d throw in a joke, leaving the whole place in stitches. And as for Cluckles? Well, he spent a lot of time practicing his own karate… though he never quite managed to master it the way Porky did.
And so, the village learned a valuable lesson: never underestimate a pig who practices karate—especially if he’s got a good punchline!
