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MY DADDY SLEEPS NAKED
"Late again!" the third-grade teacher sternly
said to little Ranger.
"It ain't my fault this time, Miss Russell.
You can blame this 'un on my
Daddy. The reason I'm three hours late is
my Daddy sleeps naked!"
Now, Miss Russell had taught grammar
school for thirty-some-odd years.
Despite her mounting fears, she asked
little Ranger what he meant by
that. Full of grins and mischief, and in
the flower of his youth, little
Ranger and trouble were old
friends,...... but he always told her the
truth.
"You see,
Miss Russell, out at the farm we got this here low down fox.
The last few nights, he done ate six hens. Last night, when Daddy heard a
noise out in the chicken pen, he grabbed his double barreledshot gun and
said to my Ma, "That fox is back again... I'm a gonna git him!'' "Stay
back," Daddy whispered to all us kids!
"My Daddy was naked as a jaybird -- no boots, no pants, no shirt! To the
hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on the snoop. Then, he stuck
that double-barreled 12-gauge shot gun through the window of the coop. As
he stared into the darkness, with a fox on his mind, our old hound
dog, Rip, had done gone and woke up and comes sneaking up behind Daddy.
Then, as we all looked on, plumb helpless, old Rip done went and stuck
his cold nose in my Daddy's crack!"
"Miss Russell, we all been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock this
mornin!"