| Whut Ole Man? Thuh ole man�s chair a squeekin, on cracked ole wore out bords. But he jest kept a rockin, even tho some were gone. Pulled out his whittlin knife and piked up a stik. Stripped thuh bark and was soon white as a bone. Chips a flyin ever where, piled at his feet. Soon thuh porch was fulla kids, wachin ole man whittle. Nary a werd as he kep on, spittin a little chaw. Wretched over for thuh pot, coffee in thuh kittle. Thuh yungens waited for a tale, always wanted one. Now was a time whin this ole man, was struttin in his prime. Now tellin bout thuh ole days, times thin were ruff. Tuffern nails and mean as heck, fighten alla time. Spitewey now a blob went SPLAT, onna brown colored bord. Wha back in twenty three he claimed an outlaw shot em down. An he jes kep a whittlin, strechin them thar tales. Sed he jes jumped back up, an chased him outa town. Snuk out to a nabors field, to steel some watermeluns. Wuz after dark and pich blak thin, they herd thuh hamer clik. Whizzen by like hornets, bukshot everwher. Wun yeled out an screemed in pain, he landed onna stik. They waited ther kwite a while, waiten fer a chance. Lade as still as still cood be, nary mooved a musle. They wuz waitin fer thuh chance, ole farmer Deddle. When he wawked by theyd grab im, and thin start thuh tussle. Wull things jes seemd to turn around, lantern lite wuz dim. Wun up an jumped an run, thuh uther waited neer. Ole farmer Deddle, drawin ah beed an letter fly. That�s when ah grabbed em, naw ah wuden skeered. Thuh gun went off thuh bullet didn, it wuz in the air. Last ah seen uf farmer Deddle, runnin tord the howse. Well ah lit out likity split, heden bak fer home. Goten the shucks an sound asleep, kwitern any mowse. Hey mister! You steel any cars? Bak in them ole days. Thuh ole man looked em in the eye, said matter ah fackt. In them days sun, ther twernt no cars, jus horsis eeten hay. Git cawt steelin horsis, and inna pine box tha�d be that. Thuh boys eyes big as plates saw thuh ole man jump. Screemin anna runnin home, stirrin up thuh dust. Uthers trembled awkwerdly, but glued to thuh tale. Ubout that time thuh crowd explodid, whin a bord wint bust. Thuh ole man pulled up frum thuh grownd, grinnin ear tah ear. Pulled thuh chair frum the crack, set it on thuh step. He knowed they wooden bother him, never play a prank. He also bet later on, nun uv them had slept. The Masked Writer. Hehehe <o.-> <o.o> |