A social worker from Ohio, who was recently transferred to the mountains of North Georgia, was on the first tour of his new territory when he came upon the tiniest cabin he had ever seen in his life. Intrigued, he went up and knocked on the door.

"Anybody home?" he asked. "Yep," came a kid's voice through the door.

"Is your father there?" asked the social worker.

"Pa? Nope, he left before Ma came in," said the kid.

"Well, is your mother there?" persisted the social worker.

"'Ma? Nope, she left just before I got here," said the kid.

"But what," protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?"

''Sure, but not here," said the kid through the door. "This is the outhouse."