On a recent trip up to podunk County Tennessee to visit My Uncle Fossill,I found Him out at His barn.He was sitting on a bale of hay puffing furiously on His corn cob pipe and fuming and cussing to beat the band at his old mule."Yew dadburned cantankerous ole rapscallion stubborn ole fool,if'n yew dont let me put them shoes on yew.i'ma gonna sell yew to tha dadburned glue factory!"Uncle Fossill" I said,now you know you love that old Mule,You wouldent dare get rid of Him,let alone sell Him to a glue factory,whats the problem with the shoes anyway? "Boy" Uncle Fossill replied,Hit aint them shoes thats the problem,hits that dadburned stubborn,hard headed ole mule,cause ever time I get them store bought rubber boots stretched over His big ole clod hopping hooves,that dadburned stubborn thang jest kicks them off again!!