These poor little critters couldn't hardly stand it.

Yeah, Granny's lye soap for cooking does give off some red, powerful fumes.

Miss Jane says it's commencing to kill Miss Drysdale's hibiscus.

What's a hibiscus?

Some kind of a flower plant.

Miss Drysdale's got a prize one that sits right next to her patio.

Drysdale's place does sit downwind of our pond, don't it?

Yes, sir.

Come and listen to my 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 through 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.

I'll have to speak to Granny about cooking her soap someplace else.

You know, I've seen them fumes bring a full-grown mule right down to her knees. ♪

Hey, Granny, some more of the bark off this tree just fell into your soap.

That's all right, Jeffro.