At church this evening, one of our ladies was telling us a story about her grandson who is (maybe) two years old. He recently learned how to use scissors, so his mom got a pair just for him. One day when the mom was in the next room, she heard their cat give a loud yowl and dash through the house--in Mayberry, they would say "like a scalded dog!"--so she went to see what happened. She found her son sitting on the floor with his scissors in one hand and a pile of cat hair in front of him. "What happened?" she asked. "Did you cut the cat's hair off?" The boy said no. "Well, the cat didn't scratch so hard that all that fur came off, did she?" No, the boy said. Then she tried a different tactic. "Did the scissors cut the cat's hair off?" Yes, the boy replied, the scissors did it.
Well, we all had a good laugh about that, and I told the grandmother, "Maybe he's planning to become a barber!" I couldn't help but think of Floyd practicing on cats. "We had the baldest cats in the county!" he said. So I'm thinking that when this boy grows up, he will succeed Floyd as the next barber in Mayberry. He should be all practiced up by then. That is, if he ever manages to get hold of that cat again! Thelma Lou (Janet) _______________________________________________ WBMUTBB mailing list [email protected] http://www.mayberry.com/tagsrwc/wbmutbb/
