Actually, the aluminum wire is a ground wire and the rubber coated insuylated wires are lectrical wires. The problem is that Mr. Bird ain't got 'nuff conductibility to draw the juice thru the insulated wire... Now, take my cousin Rufus. He weighs 'bout 137 pounds drippin' wet of which accordin' to the science folks, who incidentlty Mr. Bush thinks is nuts, is 'bout 80% water. Beer in Rufu's case but we won't belabor that side issue. Now water is real conductable and lectrical jus' loves it... You know, kind like Romeao and Juliet... Now back to Rufus... His lovely wife, Rether May, wakes up one rainy mornin' and decides that it would be a perfect day for Rufus to clean out the gutter on the half a double-wide thay live in. So Rufus goes out behind the privy to get what? Yep. The alumunum extension ladder. Hmmmmm?

Well, Rufus is still a little hung over from last nights Iron City Beer-In behind the Sweet Springs store. Did I mention that lectrical loves aluminum, too, and will actually jump to get too it?

So, according to the Wes Ginny Slide Rule ya got about 100 pounds worth of water, diluted somewaht by Iron City Beer, carryin' an aluminum 'tension ladder and these two so called insulated lectrical wires runnin' down from the dead poplar tree out hy Rufus's dead Cevette collection to the half a double wide. Well, Iz here to say that Rufus & Ladder combination is lookin' like a fine lookin' woman in the GI camp as far as the lectrical is concerned... Danged site better lookin' than Tweedy Bird ever looked...

Now ya' all gots keep in mind that just to add to attraction there is that third (nuetral) wire that is running down from the poplar tree with the two lectrical...

This is where the Bobert comes into the story. Iz riding by Rufus's place just about the time that Rufe & Ladder are just about to unknowingly test to see if there really is lecrical in them wires... So I lays on the horn in the Toyota, which startles Rufus and he lets go of the ladder just in time for it to land accross them wires over his head...

Well, whaddyyathink exactly happened when the lectrical sniffed out that aluminum ladder leanin' on it? Danged stuff jumped right thru the insulated wire, went right down the ladder to that wet ground right next to Rufus and about that same instance came a loud boom from the transformer blowin which echoed thru the holler fir 'bout 10 seconds while literally picking poor ol' Rufus up and throwing the boy 'bout half way back to the privy. Sho nuff did. Not only that, it melted about half the tread off his new Pick-a-Pair $8 tennis shoes...

Now, just to complete Bobert's 'lecrical 101 course, had there not been a transformer then, sniff, I woulda had to bury my poor ol' ciszin back on that cold rainy day but since it was there, acting like a big old fuse, all it did was melt them shoes, leave Rufus with a twitch which I ain't sure was fom the 'lectricity 'er the the Iron City Beer, and provide everyone a lesson on why we should always ignore our wives when they ask us to do stuff 'round the house...

And everyone lived happily ever after...

'cept the blowed up transformer and the shoes...

Sniff...

Bobert