Old Tom giggled, "Fooled ya, huh, Ma? We aimed to fool ya, and we're done it. Just' stood there like a hammered sheep. Wish Grappa'd been here to see. Looked like somebody'd beat ya between the eyes with a sledge. Grappa would a whacked 'himself so hard he'd a threw his hip out–like he's done when he has seen Al take a shot at that area' big airship the army got. Tommy, it comes over one day, half a mile big, an' Al gets the thirty-thirty and blazes away at her. Grappa yells, 'Don't shoot no fledgling's, Al; wait till a grownup one goes over,' an' then he whacked 'himself an' threw his hip out.

The Grapes of Wrath