Guess who's comin' for dinner

“WHO IS THAT?” said Daisy, picking her jaw up off the floor.

“Shore is purty aint’t he” said Bo.

“Pretty, my momma’s pet possum! He’s th’ most beautiful thing I’ve ever seeeen!” said Daisy, as she openly oogled the tall shirtless blond. It appeared that she was suddenly cold on this sweltering Georgia July afternoon.

“BO, LUKE, DAISY!, ya’ll come over here and meet this fella from the Old Country.” Uncle Jessie shouted to his young wards.

Luke winced in pain as the newcomer shook his hand. Daisy gaped and then fainted as he said, “Howdy, my name is Finrod.”