In reality, kind-hearted neighbors use the “Lost’N’Found” ruse to bring him “lost” clothing and food items-even the occasional chicken-to help the Smifs keep their heads above water, and their pride. So he commandeers the Hootin’ Holler Lost’N’Found, hoping that a) someone will misplace an item of value, b) someone else will return it, and c) he can use or trade it. King Features even took away his moonshine business! In an economic downturn, when people stop gambling, keep a closer eye on (or move in with) their chickens, and start conserving ammunition, he’s stuck. He is shif’less, owns nothing of value, and has no talents besides cheatin’, thievin’, an’ feudin’. Service exchanges could rise to fill the gap, but in a semi-literate society with poor communications infrastructure it’s hard for folks to find anyone who both can do what they want and wants what they can do (there’s an exception, but ew).ĭespite his brave little smile, Snuffy is hard-hit. As scarce goods are consumed or worn out, folks commence to hoardin’, losing opportunities for mutually advantageous exchange.
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