There was a book I received rather unexpectedly as a Sunday School Prize, related to—Australia, by someone called Wilson, entitled Look After Arthur. It translated directly to Look After Zed—the city kid utterly useless on the farm, being teased by the cocky kids.
“The rooster chased him all over the yard!”
“And he fell off the horse agen.”
“Stepped right in the fresh cow-pat…”
“An’ he don’t even know how to do the milkin’,”
“Yer jes say ‘snake’ an’ he runs like a rabbit…”
    The only bit that didn’t happen in reality was when Arthur saves the bumpkins from a flood or fire or something, I forget which. Half a century later the country cousins still tease me, and think me silly and unknowing of the ways of the world.