Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

All right, no more playing.

Take that barrel around back and connect up my telephone.

Aw, Granny, I'm plumb to spin.

I can't move a muscle till I have some vittles.

Well, I don't want no terrible accident to happen.

Oh, don't you worry, Pa.

I won't let him fall off that pole.

That ain't the accident I had in mind.

Where am I going to come in hearing something?

Any minute, Granny.

You know, there's a heap of wires up on that pole for Jethro to choose from.

How you coming, boy?

Fine, Uncle Jed.

Granny's going to have plenty to listen to.

These old telephone wires is humming like a swarm of bees.

Granny?

I don't know what you heard, but it must have been a earful.

Granny?

Excuse me, Chief.