Now, I have studied drama at Yale, Harvard, Princeton, and Dartmouth, and I am probably the only living man who can accomplish this difficult cultural metamorphosis in the brief time available.

Yes, dear one.

And only you can put out the fire.

OK.

How's that, Sonny?

You feel better now?

All right, Jethro, you're next.

Oh, hi, Ellie Mae.

Where's Sonny?

Well, he went home to his mama.

You didn't throw him down and hurt him again, did you?

Of course not, Pa.

He caught fire, so I wetted him down in the pond.

Sounds like you've done the right thing.

How'd he catch fire?

He said it was my charms that set him to burning.

What charms were you toting?

Well, just my sack of crawdad bones and my buckeye.

We never heard of crawdad bones and a buckeye starting to blaze.

What happened to your rabbit's foot?