It seems that back in medieval times there was a count who was quite wicked. He was infamous for imposing huge taxes on the peasants and they didn't like it one bit.

In fact, they hated it so much that they staged a revolution. After much fighting and mayhem, the peasants were victorious. But, there was a problem.

They couldn't find any of the money that the Count had bled from them over the years.

Seizing the Count, they roughed him up a bit as asked him to tell them where the money was.

He said, "I ain't gonna tell!!"

They dragged him down to the dungeon and asked, "You gonna tell?'

To which he replied, "I ain't gonna tell!"

The put his head down on the chopping block and raised the axe over his head and asked again, "You gonna tell?"

Again he said, "I ain't gonna tell!"

As the axe fell the Count suddenly shouted, "Wait I'll . . . ." <chop> Too late.

The morale of the story?

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"Don't hatchet your counts before they chicken."

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