Billy:
I couldn't come home, mama. My dogs had a coon up this tree.
Grandpa:
Well, he sure picked a big sycamore.
Billy:
Biggest one in the whole river bottom.
Grandpa:
That's all right. The bigger they come, the harder they fall.
Father:
Well, there's no sense chopping down a tree like this, just for one coon. Come on, Billy, we gotta go.
Billy:
I can't, papa.
Father:
Why not?
Billy:
I made a bargain with my dogs. I told them if they'd put one up a tree, I'd do the rest. They did their part, it's up to me to do mine.
Mother:
Well you're quitting, and that's that, so come on. Let's go. Billy, do I have to whip you on top of all the punishment you already brought on yourself? Do I?
Billy:
Yes, ma'am.
Father:
A man can't keep his word, Jenny, he's not much good. Especially to himself.
Grandpa:
I say amen to that, Jenny.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:43