Grampa and the Elephant

I was just a kid in the 50's and so young I didn't know that I was young. My grandma told me that she was mad at Grampa. I didn't know why. But I found out really quickly.

Seems Grampa and Grandma were into moonshine..You got it MOONSHINE! But Grampa loved to sit out on the back porch and sip his moonshine as Grandma cooked his supper. Yeah.. we called it supper down there in Louisiana. Anything after five o'clock was supper. Sorry bout that. But at any rate, Grampa was sittin on the back porch sipping his whiskey. Grandma was frying up some pork chops and making her homemade biscuits (now that ain't English for tea biscuits!)

Alls of a sudden my grampa (his name was Lee by the way)...yelled out to my Grandma..her name was Lizzie by the way.. LIZZIE! Thar's an elephant in the garden! Well she says to him.. LEE! You damned ole fool..you done had too much to drink ole man!

"I ain't neither!" he says.

"Well now, don't make me burn yer supper you ole man!"

"OK, I won't! But i am tellin ya Lizzie thar's an elephant in the garden!"

Well now seems that might have been just fine as ole Lee was prone to seein things. But this time the ole Coot was dang right!

There, in our garden plot, stood the most beautiful pakkyderm ya ever saw!

Yup.. a full blown elephant!.. God Bless Ole Lee..but he did see what he thought he saw. Turns out the darned critter had gotten loose from a local circus and got right into my gramma's garden. Too bad for Lee. For once he was right.. gotta love that moonshine hey?