A Southern farmer hops in his pickup and rattles down the road to a nearby farm. He knocks on the front door, and a 12-year-old boy answers.
“Hey there, is your dad around?”
“Nope,” the kid says. “He went to town.”
“Alright then… is your mom home?”
“Nope, she went with him.”
The farmer scratches his head. “Okay… is your brother Joe here, by chance?”
The boy shakes his head. “No sir, he tagged along too.”
The farmer sighs and shifts awkwardly, clearly wanting to say something but not sure how.
The boy, trying to help, says, “Well, I know where all the tools are if you need to borrow somethin’. Or I can take a message for Pa?”
The farmer clears his throat. “Actually… I needed to talk to your dad about your brother Joe. He… uh… got my daughter Pearly Mae pregnant.”
The boy squints thoughtfully, then replies, “Hmm. You’d definitely need to talk to Pa about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and $250 for the boar hog… but I got no idea what he gets for Joe.”
