Cotter who had spent his whole life in the mountain visited a childhood friend. He’d never seen a train or the tracks they run on. While standing in the middle of the railroad tracks, he heard a whistle, but didn’t know what it was. Predictably, Cotter hit and is thrown, ass-over-tea-kettle, to the side of the tracks, with some secondary internal injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, Cotter is at his friend’s house attending a barbecue party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the teakettle whistling. He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby cabinet and proceeds to batter and bash the teakettle into an unrecognizable lump of metal. His friend, hearing the chaos, rushes into the kitchen, sees what’s happened and asks the mountain man, “Why’d you ruin my high quality tea kettle?”
The mountain man Cotter replies, “Man, you have got to kill these monsters when they’re small.”