Down On The Farm
An Arkansas farmer got in his pickup, drove several miles to a neighboring farm, and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy about 12 years old 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, she ain't here neither. She went into town with paw."
"How about your brother, Roger? Is he here?"
"He went with maw and paw, " the boy answered.
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, nervously shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
"Do ya think there is anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I knows where all the tools are, if you wants 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 Roger getting my daughter Pearly-Mae pregnant."
The boy considered for a moment. "Well you really would have to talk to pa about that", he finally conceded.
"If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 bucks fer the bull and $25 buck fer the boar hog, but I really don't have no idea how much he gets fer Roger."