Pussy Willow

One morning, old man Speller is sitting on his front porch, when the neighbors’ young son walks by dragging a whole mess of fencing behind him.

“Hey boy! Where you goin’ with all that fencin’?”, asks the old man.

“This here mister? Well this here’s chicken wire, I’m going to catch me some chickens!”, replies the boy.

The old man chuckles to himself as the boy walks off, amused by his youthful imagination.

Well lo and behold, the boy walks back by later in the afternoon with what must have been 100 chickens all wrapped up in chicken wire. “Well I’ll be damned,” the old man thinks aloud.

The next morning, the boy walks by old man Speller’s porch again dragging a big bag from the hardware store.

“Whatcha got in the bag there, son?”, asks the old man.

The little boy replies, “This here? Well this here’s duct tape! I’m going to catch me some ducks!”

Again the old man laughs, sure this time the boy is having a lark. But lo and behold, the boy comes wandering by that evening with what must have been a 100 ducks all wrapped up in duct tape. Old man Speller’s mouth hangs agape in disbelief.

Well the next morning, the boy wanders by yet again, carrying a giant bundle of sticks.

“Well what in God’s name are you doin’ with all them sticks?”, asks the old man.

“Well these here mister? These are pussywillow, I’m going to catch me some…”

“Hold it right there!”, exclaims the old man as he stands up and puts on his cap, “boy, I’m comin’ with ya!”

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