Anyone that grew up on a farm can actually picture this happening!!

"Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy. "It ain't my
fault, Miss Crabtree. You can blame this on my dad. The reason I'm three hours
late? Dad sleeps nights in the raw!"

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 Dad heard a noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his gun and said to Ma, 'Th at coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git him!'"

'Stay back, he yelled to all us kids, I wouldn't want ya hurt!'

He was naked as a jaybird, no boots, no pants, no shirt! To the henhouse
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 asneakin' up behind Dad. Then
we all looked on, plumb helpless as Dad was cold-nosed without warnin'."

"Miss Crabtree, we been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock this
mornin'!"

 

thats to funny , i dont live on a farm but i get the joke.....