Chicken-stealing


The Southern planter heard a commotion in his poultry house late at

night. With shot gun in hand, he made his way to the door, flung it open

and curtly ordered:



"Come out of there, you ornery thief!"



There was silence for a few seconds, except for the startled clucking of

the fowls. Then a heavy bass voice boomed out of the darkness:



"Please, Colonel, dey ain't nobody here 'cept jes' us chickens!"



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