No campfire is complete without the two Hillbillies, Jeb and Ebb. Barefoot, jeans and
plaid shirt, droopy hats, and a bit of wheat or straw sticking out here and there.
EBB: Where ye been, Jeb? I ain’t seen you in four years.
JEB: I been off to college learnin’ ’bout spellin’ and history and triggernometry and such.
What have you been up to?
EBB: I opened a pet store back home. Yes, sir, you’ll have to come and see me sometime
standin’ there amongst my dumb animals.
JEB: Well, make sure you’re wearin’ a hat so’s I’ll recognize you, Ebb.
EBB: Why look, there’s a bunch of cows over there, Jeb.
JEB: Not a bunch, Ebb, a herd.
EBB: Heard of what, Jeb.
JEB: Of cows, Ebb.
EBB: Of course, I’ve heard of cows, Jeb.
JEB: No, Ebb, I mean a cow herd.
EBB: I don’t care iffen he did hear us, Jeb. We was just talkin’.