The Hyena, the Jackal, and the Vulture

A hyena, a jackal, and a vulture were quarreling over a rotting corpse. The dear departed was so far gone that its species was unidentifiable this side of a CSI lab, but the scavengers were in full roar.

"Mine!" howled the hyena. "I'm the biggest!"

"Are not," snapped the vulture. "Lion's bigger."

"Now, the lion," said the hyena, "is the biggest problem in the Serengeti. Look at what a mess he made of this And I am the only one who can clean it up."

"And about you and the lion," said the vulture. "You two are gettin' pret-ty cozy, is what I hear."

"Are not!" replied the hyena. "I hate lions!"

"That's not what all the other animals are saying," snickered the vulture. "They say you're getting kind of predatory, not a true scavenger at all. And that lion is the worst predator in the history of the world."

"Poppycock!" laughed the hyena. "No one hates lions more than I do! While you have been chumming around with predators. Some of them exotic species, in fact."

"Nonsense!" squawked the vulture. "I'm a pure scavenger, me! And sometimes that means scavenging the leavings of exotic species. And this is my carcass!"

"Look at what I have to put up with," sneered the jackal, shaking its head. "A lion wanna-be and a bird that would sell out its own kind. Not a whole scavenger between them. And the lion's the worst of all. That's why this corpse is mine. Cause who can you trust to make a kill like this, a lion or me?"