An old man was sitting on his front porch down in Louisiana watching the sun rise. He sees the neighbor's kid walk by carrying something big under his arm.

He yells out, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"

The boy yells back, "Roll of chicken wire."

Old man says, "What you gonna do with that?"

Boy says, "Gonna catch some chickens."

Old man yells, "You damn fool, you can't catch chickens with chicken wire!"

Boy just laughs and keeps walking.

That evening at sunset the boy comes walking by and, to the old man's surprise, he is dragging behind him the chicken wire with about ten chickens caught in it.

Same time next morning, the old man is out watching the sun rise, and he sees the boy walk by carrying something kind of round in his hand.

Old man yells out, "Hey, boy, whatcha got there?"

Boy yells back, "Roll of duck tape."

Old man says, "What you gonna do with that?"

Boy says back, "Gonna catch me some ducks."

Old man yells back, "You damn fool, you can't catch ducks with duck tape!"

Boy just laughs and keeps walking.

That night around sunset the boy walks by coming home, and to the old man's amazement, he is trailing behind him the unrolled roll of duck tape with about fifteen ducks caught in it.

Same time the third morning, the old man sees the boy walking by carrying what looks like a long reed with something fuzzy on the end.

Old man says, "Hey boy, whatcha got there?"

Boy says, "It's a pussywillow."

"Wait up... I'll get my hat."

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A fellow from the city was driving through the country one day when he came upon a quaint farmhouse alongside of the road - and there was even a farmer standing out front. So the city boy decided to stop and talk to the farmer.

"Good morning, sir," he said, "I was driving by, admiring the country, 'cause I'm a city boy, and I couldn't help but notice that you have a field full of cows on your farm. Now I've lived in the city all my life and I've never tried any fresh country milk. If it's all right with you, I'd like to try some fresh country milk from your cows."

The farmer replied, "Son, those are bulls! You don't get milk from bulls!!"

And the city boy said, "But I won't hurt your cows. All I want to do is to try some fresh country milk."

The farmer had to try again, "Son, those are BULLS!! You don't get milk from BULLS!!!"

But the city boy persisted, "Really, I won't hurt your COWS! I just want to try some fresh country milk!!"

So the farmer reluctantly gave in, "Son, knock yourself out."

In a half an hour the city boy returned from the fields carrying a pail of fresh country milk. The farmer scratched his head and started to speak, but the city boy jumped in with, "You know, while I was out in the field getting this lovely fresh country milk, I saw a fence covered with honeysuckles. And you know, I've been city boy all my life, and I've never had any fresh country honey. If it's all right with you, I'd like to try some fresh country honey from your honeysuckles."

And the farmer replied, "Son, honeysuckles are flowers. You get honey from bees."

But the city boy persisted, "I won't hurt your flowers. I just want to try some fresh country honey."

So the farmer tried again, "Son, honey comes from BEES!"

But the city boy was adamant, "Really, I won't hurt your FLOWERS! I just want to try some fresh country honey!!"

And the farmer reluctantly gave in again, "Son, be my guest."

In a half an hour the city boy boy returned with two Mason jars full of honey. The farmer scratched his head harder than before and started to speak. Just then, the city boy said, "You know, I'm a city boy - been a city boy all my life. Now while I was out getting some of that fresh country honey, I noticed that you have a field full of pussy willows..."

"Son," interrupted the farmer, "let me get my hat."