Date: Mon, 17 Feb 1997 21:43:41 -0500 From: Christopher Vaughan Subject: INT: Hillbilly Heaven... Li'l Brick was sitting by the creek rinsing his throbbing hand in the icy waters. He wondered whatever it was that posessed a man to invent such a damned dangerous contraption as a wringer washer. "Li'l Brick, Li'l Brick..." Brick looked up just in time to see Henry Cleatus come running over the top of the hill. Henry's ample stomach recoiled from each plodding step. "Li'l Brick, Li'l Brick, you had best come quick. Ol' Bertha done set her heart on winnin' a travelin' salesman and all the men folk whut ain't hitched is up in arms!" Li'l Brick rubbed his hand. "Ah ain't sure I's up t' stoppin' all thet ruckus, now. Thet durned-fool contraption o' Daisy's dun et up my shotgun hand!" Henry rubbed his bearded face and tugged at the remaining strap on his overalls. "Well, hell, Li'l Brick, I c'n shoot 'em fur ya!" Li'l Brick wasn't sure that was the right thing to do, but he didn't have the time to figure out any alteratives. They made their way to town without another word. That was too bad, because if Li'l Brick had asked, he would have probably told Henry that shooting Bertha wasn't the solution to the problem... - _____________________________ Chris Vaughan space.cowboy@worldnet.att.net