Back yonder a ways when us Erwin boys was just whippersnappers, when we got home from school our main chore was to shuck a bait of corn for Daddys plow mules. This day, we got off the school bus and my brudder said You go ahead and start the shucking. Frontier Playhouse is on TeeVee and I gotta watch part of it. I hear-tell ole Lash LaRue is gonna star on this episode. So I ankled out to the corn-crib by myself. When I opened the door, First Thang I seen was a Humongous black Snaaaake stretched across the floor there ! Luckily for Me, there was a hoe handle leaning up against the side of the door. I quickly grasped ahold of it and reared back to send that Snaaaaake to kingdom-come. But then I noticed it hadnt moved, not nary a smidgen. Looking closer, I saw its head tucked neath a burlap sack. That consarned Snaaaake was dead as a door-nail. Obviously our daddy had already Kilt it, and left it there to skeer us kids. I shucked my corn and went on into the house. Tolt my brudder You better skedaddle to the corn-crib. Our daddy will be home any minnit now. He left there quick as a cat can scat.... and, me, I patiently waited...Just a few minnits later, I heard him SQUALL ! Then I heard Whop, Whop, Whop, WHOP! I giggled my way out there, and my brudder was standing goofily, looking goofy, with just Pieces of the hoe-handle in his hands. Hed done beat that Dead Snake to a Fine Fare Thee Well, and shattered the hoe handle to smithereens. When our daddy got home, he gave Brother a Whuppin...oh, Not for killing the dead snaaaaaaake, but for breakin that brand-new hoe handle.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 04:05:35 +0000
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