One morning, Hollis Gordon was behind the shed, sneaking a wink or two before his industrious wife found him and put him to work.

Before long, a big mamma pig sashayed over to Hollis. She snuggled up to him for a quick nap before her piglets came looking for their afternoon meal.

Next, Brother Rat, on the run from the barnyard cat, sought refuge under Hollis' hat, clutching a ripe strawberry. All that was visible of him was his tail, lazily wagging over Hollis' eyes like a windshield wiper.

Soon after, the old yard dog, sick of being hounded by the new pup for play, was looking for a good hide. He finally found shade and seclusion beside his sleeping master, who was snoring up a fine rendition of The Sawmill Blues.

Well, it wasn't long before the tune reached Hollis' wife, Mavis. She stormed around the back of the shed with a fiery lecture ready to be unleashed on her husband.

"Oh my," Mavis said as she rounded the corner, coming upon the disgraceful sight, "You sure can tell a lot about someone by the company they keep."

Mavis poked old Hollis in the belly with the handle of a pitchfork.

With that, the pig, the rat, and the dog all got up and walked away in shame, but Hollis just snorted, smacked his lips a few times, and rolled over.