A farmer was sitting on his front porch when the neighbor boy walked past holding his hands cupped tightly together. "Wha'cha got?" asked the farmer.
"Got me a bullfrog!" says the kid.
"Wha'cha gonna do with it?" asked the farmer.
"Gonna take it to town and trade it for a bull!"
"Fat chance," thought the farmer, but within an hour, the kid was back, leading a fine bull. The next day the kid walked by again, his hands cupped tightly together.
"Wha'cha got?" asked the farmer.
"Got me a horsefly!" says the kid.
"Wha'cha gonna do with it?" asked the farmer.
"Gonna take it to town and trade it for a horse!"
"Fat chance," thought the farmer, but within an hour, the kid was back, leading a fine stallion. The third day the kid walked by, his hands again cupped tightly together.
"Wha'cha got?" asked the farmer. "Got me some pussy willows!" he said. The farmer yelled into the farmhouse, "Martha, don't wait lunch. I gotta drive the neighbor kid !"
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