Somewhere in a dirt floor shack in West Virginia, some toothless lady is saying to her toothless kid,
"Billy, it was kind of you to help clear that ol' feller's lot. It's a shame; new to town and seems he can't get around too good, I bet he was going to have a time getting it cleaned up."
"Yeah, maw, I know. Who do you know that needs the wood? Shame to see it go to rot..."
