" than anyone in the country.” I didn’t care how many deals Grandpa cooked up. He was still the best grandpa in the whole wide world. “What have you got?” I asked. “Come over to the store,” he said, “and I’ll show you.” On our way over, I heard him mutter, “I hope this doesn’t turn out like the ghost-coon hunt.” On "

― Wilson Rawls , Where the Red Fern Grows