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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
> sneaking' 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'!"
