Date:         Mon, 17 Feb 1997 17:17:40 -0500
From: Christopher Vaughan <space.cowboy@WORLDNET.ATT.NET>
Subject:      INT: Hillbilly Haven

> "Yes, Momma."  Daisy mumbled and squashed a big ol' black ant
> with the tip of her toe.

Li'l Brick wandered around the corner just in time to catch Daisy Mae's
foot action.
He marveled at the way the black ant guts colored the underside of her
big toenail.

"Hey, now!"  Li'l Brick was agog over the new-fangled wringer washer.
"Ain't thet somethin'!"

"It's the dee-lux model," Pa said, busting with pride.

"Well, she sure is a bute," Li'l Brick said.  "What is it?"

Daisy Mae grinned and rolled her eyes.  "You know what thet is, Li'l
Brick!  You's
jus' teasin', now!"

Li'l Brick realized he was the only one on the porch who didn't know
what the contraption was.  He decided it didn't do for the sherriff to
be ignorant.  "Okay," he
said chuckling nervously, "you caught me.  I was jus' foolin' ya."  He
scratched his
head absent-mindedly, ignoring the big old tick that popped out and
bounded away.

"Well?"  Daisy Mae was beaming.

"Well whut?"

"You ever seen a wringer washer whut was any purtier than this 'un?"

Li'l Brick was more relieved than a coon dog that just found the end of
a briar patch.
"Oh, no," he said.  "I ain't never seen its like.  That's a fine wringer
washer.  Shoot, I bet it's all the way from France or Ohio, or one o'
them fancy cities like thet."

They all stood around for the rest of their day and nodded,
appreciatively, at the wringer washer...


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