Really Good Excuse To Be Late...HAHA!!

"Late again," the third-grade teacher said to little Sammy.

"It ain't my fault, Miss Crabtree. You can blame this on my
Daddy. The reason I'm three hours late is Daddy sleeps naked!"

Now Miss Crabtree had taught grammar school for
Thirty-some-odd years. So she asked little Sammy what he meant
By that, despite her mounting fears.

Full of grins and mischief, and in the flower of his youth, little
Sammy and trouble were old friends, but he always told the truth.

"You see, Miss Crabtree, at the ranch we got this here lowdown
Coyote. The last few nights he done eat six hens and killed Ma's best
Milk goat. And last night, when Daddy heard a noise out in the
Chicken pen, he grabbed his gun and said to Ma, "That coyote's
Back again, I'm a gonna git him! Stay back!" he yelled to all us kids.

He 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 barrel through the window of the coop. As he stared into the
Darkness, with coyotes on his mind, our old hound dog Zeke had
Done woke up and come a-sneakin' up behind Daddy. Then, as we all
Looked on plumb helpless, old Zeke stuck that cold nose in Daddy's
Crack! Miss Crabtree, we been cleanin' chickens since three o'clock
This mornin'!"