“They do say,” Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood
next to him, “that over in the north village they’re talking of giving up the
lottery.”
Old
Man Warner snorted. “Pack of crazy fools,” he said. “Listening to the young
folks, nothing’s good enough for them. Next thing you know, they’ll be wanting
to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live that way for a while.
Use to be a saying about ‘Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.’ First thing you
know, we’d all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There’s always been a
lottery,” he added petulantly. “Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there
joking with everybody.”
“Some
places have already quit lotteries,” Mrs. Adams said.
“Nothing but trouble in that,” Old Man Warner said stoutly. “Pack of
young fools.”