An old man who'd lived all his life back up in the hills of West Virginia came to visit
a childhood friend down in the valley. Now he'd never laid eyes on a train or the iron
rails on which they run. Standing in the middle of the tracks one day, he heard a distant
whistle... WOOOO-ooo-OOOOO! but didn't have a clue as to what it meant or his impending
danger. Predictably, the old boy is hit - fortunately it's just a side swipe, and he's
thrown, head over heels off the tracks, get's off with minor internal injuries, a few
broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at a friend's place for dinner one
evening. Standing in the kitchen, he hears the rising whistle of the family tea kettle
wooOOO... Springing into action, he grabs a rolling pin and mercilessly bashes and
smashes the once merry kettle into a useless, shapeless hunk of copper. His friend,
hearing the fuss, rushes into the kitchen, sees what's happened and asks his friend,
"Why'd you wreck our lovely tea kettle?"
The mountain man replies: "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're