A mountain farmer 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.<br />"Is yer pa home?" he asked.<br />"No sir, he sure ain't," the boy replied, "He went to town."<br />"Well," said the farmer. "Is yer ma home?"<br />"No, she ain't here either. She went to town with pa."<br />"Well, then, how about yer brother, Joe, is he here?"<br />"No sir, he went with pa and ma."<br />The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself. <br />"Is there anything I kin do fer ya'?" inquired the young boy politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one; or maybe I could take a message fer pa."<br />"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."<br />The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to pa about that,"he finally conceded. "I know that pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the boar, but I don't know how much he gets for Joe."
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