A fellow called the other day and wanted to know if
I'd heard the story about the mountain farmer who got
in his pickup and drove several miles to a neighboring
farm and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy,
about 12 opened the door. "Is yer pa home?" the farmer
asked. "No sir he ain't," the boy replied. "He went to
town. " "Well said the farmer, is yer ma here?" "No,
she ain't here either. She went to town with pa. " "How
about your brother, Joe, is he here?" "He went with ma
and pa. " The farmer stood there for a few minutes,
shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to
himself. "Is there anything I can do fer ya?", the boy
inquired politely. "I know where all the tools are, if
you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message
fer pa. " "Well," said the farmer uncomfortably. "I
really wanted to talk to yer pa. It's about your
brother Joe getting my daughter, Pearly Mae,
pregnant. "
The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to
talk to pa about that", he finally conceded. "But if
it helps you any, I know that pa charges $50 for the
bull and $25 for the boar hog but I really don't know
how much he gets for Joe. "