The old chief had a kind of a shack with smoking racks in it and some charcoal and was smoking a bunch of shad he'd caught and sleeping in a sleeping bag under the stars when a flash storm came up out of the blue, and a lightning strike incinerated everything in sight other than for the chief's person; he was left standing there in just his BVDs.
Naturally enough, the AllState adjuster arrived on the scene the next morning and asked the chief what all had been lost in the big conflagration, and the chief replied:
Quote:
"...Shad rack, me-shack, and a bedding roll, boss, all go up in smoke....."
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