A social worker from Boston recently was transferred to the Mountains of North Carolina and
Georgia 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?' persisted the social worker.
'Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,' said the kid.
Thinking she had her first violation to report, she persisted, ''But are you never together
as a family?'
'Sure, but not here,' said the kid through the door. 'This is the outhous
Georgia 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?' persisted the social worker.
'Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,' said the kid.
Thinking she had her first violation to report, she persisted, ''But are you never together
as a family?'
'Sure, but not here,' said the kid through the door. 'This is the outhous
