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Mousebaby
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Cleanin' Chickens
"Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy. "It ain't
my fault," Miss Crabtree. "You can blame this on my Daddy. The reason
I'm three hours late is Daddy sleeps naked!" Now Miss Crabtree had
taught grammar school for thirty-some-odd years. So she asked little
Sammy what he meant by that, despite her mounting fears. Full of grins
and mischief, and in the flower of his youth, little Sammy and trouble
were old friends, but he always told the truth. "You see, Miss
Crabtree, at the ranch we got this here lowdown coyote. The last few
nights he done et six hens and killed Ma's best milk goat. And last
night, when Daddy heard a noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his
gun and said to Ma, "That coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git him!'"
"Stay back, he yelled 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 barrel 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 come a sneakin' up behind Daddy. Then we
all looked on plumb helpless as old Zeke stuck that cold nose in
Daddy's crack! Miss Crabtree, we been cleanin' chickens since three
o'clock this morning!"
"Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy. "It ain't
my fault," Miss Crabtree. "You can blame this on my Daddy. The reason
I'm three hours late is Daddy sleeps naked!" Now Miss Crabtree had
taught grammar school for thirty-some-odd years. So she asked little
Sammy what he meant by that, despite her mounting fears. Full of grins
and mischief, and in the flower of his youth, little Sammy and trouble
were old friends, but he always told the truth. "You see, Miss
Crabtree, at the ranch we got this here lowdown coyote. The last few
nights he done et six hens and killed Ma's best milk goat. And last
night, when Daddy heard a noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his
gun and said to Ma, "That coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git him!'"
"Stay back, he yelled 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 barrel 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 come a sneakin' up behind Daddy. Then we
all looked on plumb helpless as old Zeke stuck that cold nose in
Daddy's crack! Miss Crabtree, we been cleanin' chickens since three
o'clock this morning!"
