Storyteller Davis is at it again - telling delightful stories of his childhood in North Carolina. When he gets sick and can't see out of the dark curtains in his room, he cuts his mom's brand new drapes, just like he learned in school. "zig, zag, zig, zag," he energetically repeats until listeners can almost see the rows of men shaking hands and women joined by their skirts that have been created from the drapes. His sweet, childish voice is full of enthusiasm because he's sure his mother will love his handiwork. He soon sorrowfully describes his mother's fury when she sees what he's done. What parent and child won't identify with (and secretly laugh at) these antics?