Back when cotton was king of the south there lived a cotton planter with very expansive holdings. One night sitting on his porch admiring his cotton fields he saw a beam of light shoot up out of his fields in the distance. Night after night he saw this narrow beam of light. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he went looking. After trudging through fields for hours he finally found the source of the narrow beam of light. It was a post.
On top of the post were two bole weevils emitting the narrow beam of light embraced in mortal combat. Try as he might the man could not extinguish the narrow beam of light or separate the weevils. He finally gave up deciding he would have to live with the laser of two weevils.
On top of the post were two bole weevils emitting the narrow beam of light embraced in mortal combat. Try as he might the man could not extinguish the narrow beam of light or separate the weevils. He finally gave up deciding he would have to live with the laser of two weevils.
