A social worker from a big city in Massachusetts recently transferred to the mountains of West Virginia and was on the 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?".
"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," said the kid.
"But," protested the social worker, (thinking that surely would need to intervene in this situation) "are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the kid "This is the outhouse." ---SVW
"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?".
"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," said the kid.
"But," protested the social worker, (thinking that surely would need to intervene in this situation) "are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the kid "This is the outhouse." ---SVW
