"The Dupont Family Farm"

Poultry, Pond, and More ...

Jeb Dupont was a crusty old guy. He and his wife owned the large poultry farm just off of Rte. 44. The Dupont family had lived there for over a hundred years. Their three sons were born and raised there and were now raising families of their own nearby.

At the back of the property was a large pond, perfect for swimming. Jeb and his wife, Martha, had it arranged nicely for the grandkids, with picnic tables, a bar-b-q- grill, badminton net, and horseshoes. Several rows of apple and peach trees flanked the pond on two sides.

One warm evening, old Jeb decided to take a walk to the pond. It had been a while since he was there and he wanted some fruit to bring home to the missus for pies. In his right hand swung a large white bucket to collect the fruit in.

As he approached the pond, he heard voices laughing and shouting with joy. As he got closer, he could see several young women swimming naked in the pond, their clothes strewn about on the grass and piled on the picnic table and bench.

With a loud “Hello” and a wave, he made his presence known. Once he did, one by one, the girls all quickly moved into the deepest part of the pond.

One of the girls shouted at him, "Hey mister, you might as well go back where you came from. We're not coming out of here until you leave!"

Old Jeb frowned and shouted back, "Look, ladies, I didn't come here to watch you girls swim naked or try to get you out of the pond without your clothes on. You can stay in there as long as you want —it’s fine by me."

"I'm only here to feed the crocodile ..."

(Some old guys can still think pretty quickly).

Author Unknown

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