Saturday, June 28, 2014

THE TINY CABIN . . .​



A social worker from a big city in Victoria recently transferred to Tasmania and was on the first

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
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
​ out​
house!"

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