There's this old man sitting on his porch reading the paper. Along walks this kid carrying a large roll of wire under his arm.
"Hey kid," he yells, "whatcha got there?"
"It's chicken wire," the boy replies.
"Watcha gonna do with that there chicken wire?"
"I'm gonna catch me some chickens."
"Boy! You can't catch no chickens with chicken wire!"
The boy just shruggs his shoulders and walks off. A couple of hours later, the boy comes walking back dragging the unwound chicken wire with a half dozen chickens stuck to it.
The next day, the old man is reading his morning paper on his porch. Along comes the same boy carring some grey stuff in a roll under his arm.
"Watcha got there kid?" he asked.
"Duck tape," the kid replies.
"Watcha gonna do with that there duct tape?"
"I'm gonna catch me some ducks with it."
"Boy! You can't catch no ducks with duct tape!"
The kid just shruggs his shoulders and walks off. A couple of hours later, the boy comes walking back, dragging behind him the unrolled duct tape with about a dozen ducks stuck to it.
The next morning the old man is sitting on his porch, reading his morning paper. The same boy comes walking by with some sticks with little fuzzy tips on them.
"Whatcha got there boy?" he asks.
"Pussy willow," the boy replies.
"Hold on," the old man said. "I'm gonna go get my shoes."
"Hey kid," he yells, "whatcha got there?"
"It's chicken wire," the boy replies.
"Watcha gonna do with that there chicken wire?"
"I'm gonna catch me some chickens."
"Boy! You can't catch no chickens with chicken wire!"
The boy just shruggs his shoulders and walks off. A couple of hours later, the boy comes walking back dragging the unwound chicken wire with a half dozen chickens stuck to it.
The next day, the old man is reading his morning paper on his porch. Along comes the same boy carring some grey stuff in a roll under his arm.
"Watcha got there kid?" he asked.
"Duck tape," the kid replies.
"Watcha gonna do with that there duct tape?"
"I'm gonna catch me some ducks with it."
"Boy! You can't catch no ducks with duct tape!"
The kid just shruggs his shoulders and walks off. A couple of hours later, the boy comes walking back, dragging behind him the unrolled duct tape with about a dozen ducks stuck to it.
The next morning the old man is sitting on his porch, reading his morning paper. The same boy comes walking by with some sticks with little fuzzy tips on them.
"Whatcha got there boy?" he asks.
"Pussy willow," the boy replies.
"Hold on," the old man said. "I'm gonna go get my shoes."
