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A government social worker from a big City in Massachusetts recently transferred to the
Mountains of West Virginia and was on first
tour of her new territory when she came upon the
tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life. Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door.
"Anybody home?" she asked.
"Yep," came a kid's voice through the door.
"Is your father there?" asked the
social worker.
"Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in," said the
kid.
"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social
worker.
"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," said the
kid.
"But," protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the outhouse!"
Mountains of West Virginia and was on first
tour of her new territory when she came upon the
tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life. Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door.
"Anybody home?" she asked.
"Yep," came a kid's voice through the door.
"Is your father there?" asked the
social worker.
"Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in," said the
kid.
"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social
worker.
"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," said the
kid.
"But," protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the outhouse!"