A priest in southern New South Wales was visiting parishioners. He stopped to talk to a small boy grazing bullocks beside a road. "Tell me," he said, "Who made these bullocks?"

"Dad," said the small drover.

The priest smiled at him. "Oh no," he said, kindly. "I am sure you know God made them."

The boy shook his head. "God made them bulls," he said. "Dad made them bullocks."