The Farmer

A Texas farmer got in his pickup, drove several miles to a neighboring  farm, and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy of about 12 opened the door.

"Is yer paw home?" the farmer asked.
No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town."
"Well," said the farmer, "is yer maw here?"

"No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with paw."
"How about yer brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"He went with maw and paw."
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to
the other and mumbling to himself.
"Is there anythin' I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I know
 where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could
 take a message fer paw."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer 
paw. It's about yer brother Howard gittin' my daughter, Pearly Mae,
pregnant."
The boy considered for a moment. "You'd have to talk to Pa about
that", he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa
charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the boar hog, but I really don't 
know how much he gits fer Howard."