Cord Wood

Your great-great-great grandfather, Deke Combes, thought he was a pretty bright fellow. He knew his young nephews was coming to stay with him for a few weeks in the summer and he come up with a plan to get himself set for firewood for the season.

He figured he could sit up at the house and have him a julep or three and them boys would cut and split him a couple of cords of wood. And them was some industrious boys, that's a fact.

It was a cinch that he should have read the twinkle in their eyes when he told them he wanted them chopping and splitting wood. Because them boys was averse to the idea of going all the way out to the wood lot to cut trees and having to drag them all the way back up to the house.

As Deke relaxed in the shade of his gallery porch, them boys chopped down every tree, bush and blooming flower in the man's yard. Split it all in pieces and stacked it in the woodshed.

Deke was apoplectic to say the least.