That high and mighty Mr. Butler.

I got myself some mighty fine looking stock.

You know, Granny, it gives a person a mighty good feeling to help a neighbor.

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

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

No, Uncle Jed, it was a fox.

Indeed, it was Miss Drysdale.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

So, I grabs up the shotgun, and I says, step aside, lady, and I'll shoot it.

Well, instead of that, she whipped around and throwed that thing in the air.

Well, I shot it on the fly with both barrels.