Chickens

[retired btc]

"Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy.

"It ain't my fault Miss Crabtree. You can blame this on my
dad. The reason I'm three hours late? Dad sleeps nights in
the raw!"

Now Miss Crabtree had taught grammar school for thirty-some

odd years. So she asked little Sammy what he meant by that,

despite her mounting fears. Full of grins and mischief, and in

the flower of his youth, little Sammy and trouble were old

friends, but he always told the truth.

"You see, Miss Crabtree, at the ranch we got this here
lowdown coyote. The last few nights he done et six hens

and killed Ma's best milk goat.

And last night, when Dad heard a noise out in the chicken
pen, he grabbed his gun and said to Ma, "That coyote's back

again, I'm a gonna git him!"

"Stay back, he yelled to all us kids, I wouldn't want ya hurt!"
He was naked as a jaybird, no boots, no pants, no shirt!To the

hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on the snoop.

Then he stuck that double barrel through the window of
the coop. As he stared into the darkness, with coyotes on
his mind, our old hound dog Zeke had done woke up and
come a sneakin' up behind Dad. Then we all looked on
plumb helpless as Dad was cold-nosed without warnin'."

"Miss Crabtree, we been cleanin' chickens since
three o'clock this mornin'!"

[mrfixit-ms]

Now that funny. My weineramer tried that once. He slept outside after that:)