Farmer Barry drove to the neighboring farm and knocked on the door.
Neil, age 9, answered the door.
“Is yer Dad home?” Farmer Barry demanded.
“No, sir, he ain’t,” Neil replied. “He went into town.”
“Well, then,” inquired Barry, “Is yer Mom here?”
“No, sir, she ain’t here neither. She went into town with Dad.”
“How about your brother? Is he here?”
“He went with Mom and Dad,” explained Neil patiently.
Farmer Barry stood there for a few seconds, shifting from one foot to the other and muttering to himself.
“Is there anything I can do fer ya?” Neil asked politely. “I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message fer Dad.”
“Well, it’s difficult,” answered Barry uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to yer Dad. It’s about your brother getting my daughter pregnant.”
Neil considered for a moment. “You would have to talk to Pa about that,” he finally conceded. “If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $600 for the bull and $60 for the hog, but I really don’t know how much he gets fer Howard.”