A Montana rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door. A young boy, about 7, opened the door "Is your Dad home?" the rancher asked.

"No sir, he isn't," the boy replied. "He went into town."

"Well," said the rancher, "Is your Mother here?"

"No sir, she'* not here either. She went into town with Dad."

"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"

"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."

The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" the boy asked politely. "I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message for Dad."

"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It'* about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."

The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa and Howard about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much it will cost with Howard."

Ahh, that would depend on what the daughter looks like.

ROFL and the rancher didn't bring a shotgun with him?

Good one

that'* just wrong

What would y'all say if I said that I've personally witnessed a conversation similar to this?

well don't ask don't tell just went out the window!

Mouse, do tell.

Now you have to spill the beans.

It'* been a long time since you were 7 Mouse, you sure you remember it all?