One time there was two farmers

One time there was two farmers that lived out on the road to Plato, Missouri. They was always good friends, and Biil’s oldest boy had been a-charmin’ one of Sam’s daughters. Everything was going fine till the morning they met down by the creek, and Sam was pretty god damn mad. “Bill,” says he, “from now on I don’t want that boy of yours to set foot on my place.”
“Why, what’s he done?” asked the boy’s daddy.
“He pissed in the snow, that’s what he done, right in front of my house!”
“But surely, there ain’t no great harm in that,” Bill says.
“No harm! hollered Sam. “Hell’s fire, he pissed so it spelled Lucy’s name, right there in the snow!” “The boy shouldn't have done that,” says Bill. “But I don’t see nothing so terrible bad about it.”
“Well, by God, I do!” yelled Sam.” “There was two sets of tracks! And besides, don’t you think I know my own daughter’s handwriting?”