Run out

Sitting on his porch the farmer read the paper. His wife came out looking quite daper. 'Teepee done run out,' said the farmer to wife. She frowned a frown that looked to taper. 'You mean we's outta toilet paper?' she asked calmly. Farmer rubbed his hands all balmy. He looked out over the horizon. 'No ma'am, he gone,' solemnly.

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