Well, Miss Drysdale ain't gonna like it.

What she don't like, she can lump.

If I put the pen up against the hedge, some of the chickens will slip through and go to scratching up Miss Drysdale's flowers.

Do you think so?

Is you trying to provoke a scrap with Miss Drysdale?

Why, Jethro, she's my next-door neighbor, my dear friend, the love of my baby.

I just hope... You mean... Hey, Granny?

Hey, there's a real funny-looking critter next door.

Oh?

Out in the yard, is she?

I can't see too good, but it's big and fat and ugly and got a mouth like a gator.

That's my dear friend, all right.

Here, Granny, you look.

GRANNY!

Shh.

Don't mean mouth him, Ellie.

I'd hate to get that hog riled.

I mean, he's something else.

I wonder where Miss Drysdale got to hold him.

Ellie, run around the back door and ask her.