Late...AGAIN

[skyler]

Late to school - AGAIN..

Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy. "It ain't
my
fault," Miss Crabtree. "You can blame this on my dad. The reason I'm
three
hours late? Dad sleeps nights in the raw!"

Now Miss Crabtree had taught grammar school for
thirty-some-odd years. So she asked little Sammy
what he meant by that, despite her mounting fears.
Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of his youth, little
Sammy
and Trouble were old friends, but he always told the truth. "You see,
Miss
Crabtree, at the ranch we got this here lowdown coyote.
The last few nights he done et six hens and killed Ma's best milk goat.
And last night, when Dad heard a noise out in the chicken pen, he
grabbed
his gun and said to Ma, "That coyote's back again, I'm a gonna git
him!"

"Stay back, he yelled to all us kids, I wouldn't want ya hurt!" He was
naked as a jaybird, no boots, no pants, no shirt! To the henhouse he
crawled, just like an Injun on the snoop. Then he stuck that double
barrel
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 come asneakin' up behind Dad. Then we all
looked
on plumb helpless as Dad was cold-nosed without warnin'."

"Miss Crabtree, we been acleanin' chickens since three o'clock this
morning. ;D