"Oh, that accounts for it," says I. "Your aim was bad and you shot the weather cock by mistake."
Percy finally got enough pancakes and paid his ten cents like a man.
We traveled along the road that leads from the hash house, and met a farmer with a gun.
"Say," says I, "have you seen anything worth shooting around here?"
"Not until you came," says he.
I don't blame him though.
Talking of shooting, I don't think I ever told you of the time I went shooting with Teddy.
Teddy is a great shot, but he can't compare with me. I'm going to sing you a song about it, entitled:
"Snap Shot, Half Shot, All Shot; or, It Costs Money To Get Loaded."