They made him exchange clothes and then knocked him on the head for luck. I am not going where I'll even get knocked in the head though if I know it. I certainly did enjoy myself Tuesday night. That stew couldn't be beat. You know I have always had a kind of a desire to be a chafing dish artist, but I never even had the dish.
Farmers though have no use for chafing dishes.
They have to plow, put up hay, and trade horses. A fellow traded me a horse yesterday. You know horse trading is the cause of the death of truth in America. When you go to buy they'll tell you anything on earth to get your money. You simply have to use your own judgment, if you have any.