Only a Farm Kid

En liten rolig historia som piggar upp så här på söndags morgonen. Jag fick från min släktingar borta i staterna.

Only a Farm Kid..

 When you're from the country you look at things a
 little differently...
 A Montana rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and
 knocked at the door. A young boy, about 9, opened the door "Is your Dad
 home?" the rancher asked.

"No sir, he isn't," the boy replied. "He went into town."

"Well," said the rancher, "Is your Mother here?"

"No sir, she's not here either. She went into town with Dad."

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad"

 The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting
 from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" the boy asked politely. "I know
 where
 all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a
 message for Dad."

 "Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your
 Dad.
It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that,"
 he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500
for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he
 gets for Howard."