When feed time come I had to screech my lungs out gettin' of 'em in, and then sometimes they didn't all hear.

It was plumb discouragin', and I mighty nigh made up my mind to quit 'em, but they had come to be sort of pets, and I hated to turn 'em down.

It used to tickle Tusky almost to death to see me out there hollerin' away like an old bull-frog.

He used to come out reg'lar, with his pipe lit, just to enjoy me.

Finally I got mad and opened up on him.
"Oh," he explains, "it just plumb amuses me to see the dumfool at his childish work.