A family decided to leave the crowded city and head for the wide open spaces. They bought a ranch out West, where they intended to raise cattle. A month later some friends visited the ranch and asked if they had picked out a name for the place. "Well," said the rancher, "I wanted to name it the Bar-J and my wife wanted to call it the Rocking-K, but one of my sons liked Flying-W and the other preferred the Lazy-Y. So in the end we compromised and called the place the Bar-J/Rocking-K/Flying-W/Lazy-Y." "Wow!" said the visitor impressed, "But where are all your cattle?" "Well," the rancher replied sadly, "None of them survived the branding."