Barrister Akpors who’s gone to the village for Xmas celebration went hunting in a nearby village. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence. As Barrister Akpors climbed over the fence, an elderly gentleman asked him what he was doing. He responded, “I shot a duck and it fell in this field, I’m going in to retrieve it.” The old farmer replied, “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” Arrogant Akpors said, “I am one of the best trial attorneys in this country, and, if you don’t let me get that duck, I’ll sue you and take everything!” The old farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we do things here. We settle small disagreements like this with the Three-Kick Rule.” Barrister Akpors asked, “What is the three-Kick Rule?” The Farmer replied, “Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up.” Barrister Akpors quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old farmer. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly walked up to him. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into Akpor’s groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped Akpors’ nose off his face. Barrister Akpors was flat on his belly when the farmer’s third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. He eventually summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, “Okay, you old farmer, now it’s my turn.” The farmer smiled and said, “Now, I give up. You can have the duck.”

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