What you got there, boy?

A boy is walking down a country lane, past an old codger's house, carrying a roll of chicken wire.


"What you got there, boy?" asks the old man.


"Well, sir. This here's chicken wire so I'm gonna go git me some chickens", replies the youth.


"Pshaw! You're crazy son", says the coot, and goes back to his whittling.


However, within about 20 minutes, he sees the boy strolling back the other way with several chickens bound up in his chicken wire. "Well, I'll be damned." he thinks to himself.


A short time later, he again sees the boy walking down the lane, this time carrying a roll of tape. "What you doin' now, boy?" he asks.


"Well, sir, this here's duck tape so I'm gonna go git me some ducks!" the boy replies cheerfully.


"Son, you can't catch no ducks with tape!" demands the aged clodhopper and, chortling, settles back down to his Rush Limbaugh show and grumbling about them *goddamned lib'rals*.


Amazingly, within a few minutes, he sees the boy walking back the way he came with several fine-looking ducks, quacking and struggling, bound tightly in the duct tape. "Well, I'll be damned." he thinks to himself for the second time that day.


Twenty minutes later, he sees the boy walking down the lane again, carrying several long tree branches.


"What you doin' *now* boy?" asks the crusty old yokel.


The boy says, "Well, sir, this here's pussywillow and I'm--"


"Hold on, son. Lemme get my hat!"