A farmer drove to a neighbor's Arkansas farmhouse and knocked at the door.
A boy, about 9, opened the door. "Is your dad or mom home?" said the farmer.
"No, they went to town."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"No, he went with Mom and Dad."
The
farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other, mumbling to himself, when the young boy says, "I know where all
the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give Dad a message."
"Well,"
said the farmer uncomfortably, "No, I really want to talk to your Dad,
about your brother Howard getting my daughter Suzy pregnant".
The
boy thought for a moment...then says, "you'll have to talk to my Dad
about that. I know he charges $500 for the bulls and $150 for the boars,
but I have no idea how much he charges for Howard."
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