"Excuse me gents, I overhear'd them stories just now and
it brought to mind an occurrence that occurred just t'other day.
I was bringing wood in for the fire when I seen this feller in
funny-type pants in my hog pen...
I was horrified at the thought
of gettin' a closer look so I just closed m'eyes and started
yellin' and swung m'axe around a bit. When I opened my eyes the
feller was gone but danged if he didn't take a case of hog chow
and a sack of gravel with him.
Come to think of it, that's the
bag of gravel that my nephew labeled "GOLD" as a joke