A southern farmer got in his pickup and drove several miles to a neighbouring farmand knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy, about 12, opened the door. "Is yerpa home?" he asked. "No sir, he sure ain't," the boy replied. "He went to town." "Well," said the farmer. "Is yer ma home?" "No, she ain't here either. She went to town with pa." "Well, then, how about yer brother, Joe, is he here?" "No sir, hewent with pa and ma." The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from onefoot to the other, and mumbling to himself. "Is there anything I kin do fer ya'?" inquired the young boy politely. "I know whereall the tools are, if you want to borrow one; Or maybe I could take a message ferpa." Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer pa. It's aboutyour brother Joe getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant." The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to pa about that," he finallyconceded. "I know that pa charges $500 for the bull and $250 for the boar hog, butI really don't know how much he gets for Joe."
