A Kerry farmer dot into his pickup and drove to a neighbouring farm and knocked on the farmhouse door. A young boy about nine years old opened the door.
"Is your Dad home?" asked the farmer
"Sorry sir, he isn't." replied the boy. "He went into town."
"Well," said the farmer, "Is your Mum here?"
"No sir, she's not here either, she went into town with Dad."
"How about your brother, Greg, is he here?"
"He went with Mum and Dad."
The farmer stood for a while, shifting from one foot to the other, mumbling away to himself.
"Is there any thing I can help you with?" the boy asked politely
"I know where all the tools are if you want to borrow one. Or maybe I could take a message for Dad."
"Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad....It's about your brother Greg getting my daughter pregnant."
The boy went a bit pink, and thought for a while, then he said,
"You will have to come back and talk to Dad about that then.
But, if it helps you any, I know Dad charges three hundred a time for the bull and a hundred and fifty a time for the pig...... I haven't got a clue what he gets for our Greg though."