A social worker from a big City in Massachusetts recently
transferred to the Mountains of Tennessee and Georgia
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 afore Ma came in,' said the kid.

'Well, is your Mother there?' persisted the social
worker.

'Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here,' said
the kid.

'But,' protested the social worker, 'are you
never together as a Family?'

'Sure, but not here,' said the kid through the
door.

'This is the Outhouse!'