Whoa Yonder! was written for all those people who did not grow up on a farm...a real farm....a farm in the mid 1900's when Mrs. Willie Mae still milked Brownie, when Mr. Massey still rolled Prince Albert, and when a good used bicycle could be bought for $8. When rabbits could be peddled in northwest Moultrie at night for 25 cent a piece, and sex education was taught at the ends of long rows of tobacco. When a stranger might be offered a coke by George...