The Tiny Cabin
A social worker from a big city recently transferred to an area of hills and valleys in the Appalachians and was on her first tour of her new territory when she came upon the tiniest cabin she ever had seen.
Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door. "Is anybody home?" she asked.
"Yep," came a child's voice through the door.
"If your father there?" asked the social worker.
"Nope. He left afore ma came in," said the youth.
"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social worker.
"Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here," said the youngster.
"But," protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the boy through the door. "This is the outhouse."
