[The Vorpal Tribble]

Ok, for the pure heck of it after making a joke on another thread, started thinking of starting up a new genre. Farmpunk!

Here things are held together by chicken wire and a little spit, and everything runs on white lightnin'. Everything! Even Granny!

The ***** crowing really does raise the sun, the country boy can speak to animals, square dancing is a rite for survival, and the creak in Granddaddy's bones or the spots on a mule can predict all manner of events.

But most special of all is the Almanac, the source of all wisdom. Blessed is the keeper and purveyor of its pages.

What suggestions have you?