CHICKEN-STEALING
The Southern planter heard a commotion in his poultry
house late at night. With shot gun in hand, he made his
way to the door, flung it open and curtly ordered:
"Come out of there, you ornery thief !"
There was silence for a few seconds, except for the
startled clucking of the fowls. Then a heavy bass voice
boomed out of the darkness :
"Please, Colonel, dey ain't nobody here 'cept jes' us
chickens !"
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