Abe had a really funny saying about skunks. He meant to apply it to politicians, but what if it really was a comment on skunks?
Abraham Lincoln enjoyed quiet weekends at the farm. They were so much better than his weekdays in Washington, plotting the country's destiny and writing stacks of letters to the parents of dead soldiers.So much death, and so little time to escape from it.
But not today.
A shriek shattered the air. Then, a sickening thud.
Abe ran to the barn, looked down at the dead skunk, and sighed.
"What kills a skunk is the publicity it gives itself," he said.
"Bull," said the farmer. "I upped and smacked it with my hoe. That done kilt the varmint, I reckon."
I love the word varmint, don't you?