A farmer got in his pickup and drove several miles to a neighboring farm and knocked on the farmhouse door.
A young boy, about twelve-years-old, opened the door.
“Is your Pa home?” the farmer asked.
“No sir, he ain’t,” the boy replied. “He went to town with Ma.”
“How about your brother, Joe, is he here?”
“He went with Ma and Pa.”
The farmer stood there shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” the boy inquired politely. “I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message for Pa.”
“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably. “I really wanted to talk to your Pa. It’s about your brother Joe getting my daughter pregnant.”
The boy considered for a moment and said, “You would have to talk to Pa about that”, he finally conceded. “But if it helps you any, I know that pa charges $50 for the bull, and $25 for the boar hog. But I really don’t know how much he gets for Joe.”