The Farmer
Posted Under: Farmer
An Arkansas Farmer got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring farm and knocked at the farmhouse door. A young boy about 12 opened the door.
“Is yer paw home?” the farmer asked.
“No sir, he ain’t,” the boy replied. “He went into town.”
“Well, said the farmer, is yer maw here?”
“No, sir, he ain’t here neither. She went into town with paw.”
“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?”
“He went with maw and paw.”
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 asked politely. “I knows where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer paw.”
“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to yer paw. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant.”
The boy thought for a moment, then said;
“You’d have to talk to Pa about that. If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the hog, but I really don’t know how much he gets fer Howard.”
Originally posted 2009-01-10 09:19:23.
