By Gregg Howard
My cousin Bosco shot that bastard down. He was sitting on the porch when it came whizzing over the treetops. Blam! It plowed down in the sorghum there.
We hadn’t taken three steps before an Air Force jet came roaring over.
Down in the field, that lone pilot stumbled out and collapsed. He wasn’t more than yay high. And it wasn’t ten minutes before them government fellers came.
They loaded up that ship and pilot. They took Bosco too.
They said it was one of their experiments, but would the Air Force use a midget? Or a child?
It ain’t likely.
Love it! Very funny!