The mosquitoes grew purty big back where my Daddy came from, he told me. One hot summers day, two of 'em got hold of old Jake Johnson.

"So...what shall we do?", said the first one, "Shall we drain him here, or carry him back in the swamp first?"

"I think we'd better finish him here," said the 2nd one, "If we take him back there, those big guys will probably take him away from us!"