Young Billy was walking down the sidewalk when he passed his Grandpa Cecil’s house. Grandpa Cecil noticed that Billy was carrying something in his arms.
“Hey, Billy. What’s that you have in your arm?”
“It’s chicken wire. I’m going to catch some chickens with it.”
Convinced that Billy was wrong, Grandpa Cecil said “Billy, you can’t catch chicken with chicken wire! Not how that works.”
Billy shrugs his shoulders and heads off. Later that evening, Billy passes back by and in the chicken wire was a bunch of chickens.
“Son of a bitch,” Grandpa Cecil muttered to himself.
Billy passes by Cecil’s the next day when Cecil noticed something in Billy’s left hand.
“Hey, billy. Whatcha got there?”
“It’s duct tape. I’m gonna go catch some ducks with it.”
Thinking yesterday was a fluke, Grandpa Cecil said “What the hell, Billy. You don’t catch ducks with duct tape!”
Same time that evening, Billy passes back by with about 7 or 8 ducks on a line of duct tape.
Grandpa Cecil is speechless.
On the third and final day, Billy was walking past Grandpa Cecil’s house. He an extra bounce in his step and was waving around something that Cecil couldn’t make out.
“Say there, Billy. What’s that you have today?”
“It’s pussy-willow. I’m gonna go get som…”
Grandpa Cecil interrupted Billy.
“Oh, hot damn! Hold on, let me get my hat!” |