Late again cuz Pa sleeps naked
"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 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
"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 on Daddy's
"Miss Crabtree, we all been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock this