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LATE TO SCHOOL AGAIN
>
> "Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little
> Sammy.
>
> "It ain't my fault this time," Miss Crabtree. "You
> can blame this'un on my Daddy.The reason I'm three
> hours late is my Daddy sleeps naked!"
>
> Now Miss Crabtree had taught grammar school for
> thirty-some- odd years. Despite her mounting fears,
> she asked little Sammy what he meant by that.
>
> Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of
> his youth, little Sammy and trouble were old
> friends, but he always told her the truth.
>
> "You see, Miss Crabtree; out at the ranch we got
> this here low down coyote. The last few nights he
> done ate six hens and killed Ma's best milk goat. Last night,
> when
> Daddy heard a noise out in the
> chicken pen, he grabbed his shot gun and said to Ma,
> "That coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git him!'"
>
> 'Stay back, he whispered to all us kids!"
>
> He was naked as a jaybird, no boots, no pants, no
> shirt!
>
> To the hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on
> the snoop. Then he stuck that double barreled 12
> Gauge shot gun through the window of the coop. As he
> stared into the darkness, with coyotes on his mind,
> our old hound dog Zeke had done woke up and comes
> sneakin' up behind Daddy. Then as we all looked on
> plumb helpless; old Zeke stuck his cold nose in
> Daddy's crack!
> "Miss Crabtree, we all been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock
this
> mornin'!"
>
>
> "Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little
> Sammy.
>
> "It ain't my fault this time," Miss Crabtree. "You
> can blame this'un on my Daddy.The reason I'm three
> hours late is my Daddy sleeps naked!"
>
> Now Miss Crabtree had taught grammar school for
> thirty-some- odd years. Despite her mounting fears,
> she asked little Sammy what he meant by that.
>
> Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of
> his youth, little Sammy and trouble were old
> friends, but he always told her the truth.
>
> "You see, Miss Crabtree; out at the ranch we got
> this here low down coyote. The last few nights he
> done ate six hens and killed Ma's best milk goat. Last night,
> when
> Daddy heard a noise out in the
> chicken pen, he grabbed his shot gun and said to Ma,
> "That coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git him!'"
>
> 'Stay back, he whispered to all us kids!"
>
> He was naked as a jaybird, no boots, no pants, no
> shirt!
>
> To the hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on
> the snoop. Then he stuck that double barreled 12
> Gauge shot gun through the window of the coop. As he
> stared into the darkness, with coyotes on his mind,
> our old hound dog Zeke had done woke up and comes
> sneakin' up behind Daddy. Then as we all looked on
> plumb helpless; old Zeke stuck his cold nose in
> Daddy's crack!
> "Miss Crabtree, we all been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock
this
> mornin'!"
>