tour of her new
territory when she came upon the
tiniest cabin she had ever seen in her life.
Intrigued, she went up and knocked on
the door.
"Anybody home?" she asked.
"Yep," came a kid's voice through the door.
"Is your father there?" asked the social worker.
"Pa? Nope, he left before Ma came in," said the kid.
"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social worker.
"Ma? Nope, she left just before I got here," said the kid.
"But," protested the social worker, (thinking that surely she will
"Anybody home?" she asked.
"Yep," came a kid's voice through the door.
"Is your father there?" asked the social worker.
"Pa? Nope, he left before Ma came in," said the kid.
"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social worker.
"Ma? Nope, she left just before I got here," said the kid.
"But," protested the social worker, (thinking that surely she will
need to intervene in this situation)
"are you never together as a family?"
"Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the
"Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the
out
house!" 
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