All Roads Lead Home Page #6

selling everything,

Fuller Brush, tin houses.

I seen...

I seen it raining

not more than 30 feet

from where I'm standing,

pouring down like God

wet his pants.

But right there the sun was shining

plain as your dopey face.

Now I know it's got to happen

somewhere every time it rains,

but this time it was

happening to me.

Anyways, they put

the new highway in and poof.

It all turns to dust anyway.

It stings not being useful.

Well, I'm gonna get going.

Well, I seen a duck

hit by lightning.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Son, if you've got things

you need to do... and you got the look

of a man who has things

he needs to do...

I can check in on that convention

of critters you left

in my presidential suite.

King me.

- Bye, Poovey.

- Cody...

you know that duck

I was talking about?

It was delicious.

Curtis, this dog

should not be dead.

She didn't get out,

get into anything?

She's fenced in all day

and comes in at night.

She get along

with the neighbors?

They love her.

What about her diet?

Anything new or irregular?

Same since

she was a puppy.

I'm so sorry, Curtis.

I'm gonna ask your permission

to do something.

It won't help your Elize here,

but it might help some others.

If you think it'll help.

Thank you.

Breakfast at 5:
30.

Be there if you want any.

This was mom's room.

It's just a room.

Shoo! Get out of here.

Okay okay, I'm coming, boy.

You're a daddy!

This is Scout

and...

you're Calpurnia

and you're Boo

and you're Miss Maudie.

What is it, boy?

They don't name nothing

around here no more.

Come on, Atticus.

Walk me home.

Hey, we gotta get that

grain chute unstuck.

That dust is gonna build up.

Kaboom!

Leonard was supposed

to fix that.

Leonard's as dumb

as a post.

Leonard ain't dumb

as a post.

He's dumb as a post hole.

Don't just stand there

like a clubbed catfish.

Get yourself a plate.

Gentlemen,

this is

my granddaughter Belle.

Now Belle...

has some unusual ideas

about things.

And she's here to have

an attitude adjustment.

And she will earn her keep

and if she doesn't,

I want to hear about it.

Pronto.

Somebody's gotta do

some work around here.

And when you're done

with the dishes,

you can start

on the compost.

Nothing will cripple

a million-dollar horse worse

than a 10 gopher hole.

But I can see my face in it.

Let me know when you

can see your thoughts.

They're horses, not hamsters.

When you're born to run, you run.

How do they keep

such a steady pace?

They got incentive.

When they get too close

to the front or back,

they get...

an electrical reminder.

You shock them?

More scares 'em than hurts.

What is it?

You are just always

in the way.

This your cat?

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