Date: Wed, 12 Mar 1997 16:47:18 -0500 From: Catherine Berchtold Subject: Re: INT: Hillbilly Haven >She watched him as he left, and it was only then that Daisy realized >something - she had a major hankerin' for that big ol' hunk o' lawman, >Li'l Brick. Right away, her mind set to planning the best way to net >him. Daisy Mae wuz feelin' poorly. Her head wuz a spinnin', palms a sweatin', and her gut had an awful ache. "Musta been Momma's possum stew." She said ta no one and clutched at her gut. "I best git on home and take me some castor oil. Yep, that'll clean me out good 'nough." As Daisy wuz turnin' around ta head for home, she spotted Sheriff Li'l Brick ahaulin' ol' Cleatus inna jail. Her mind startin' ta workin' (everybody knowed what a sharp girl she wuz) and a ider smacked her rat inna face. Ever time she got around the Sheriff, she got ta feelin' poorly and wondered if he stunk or somethin'. Maybe he didn't wash hisself proper like the rest of the good folks of Hillbilly Haven. She done changed her mind 'bout goin' home and headed ta a friends house ta see if she ever gits ta feelin' poorly around the Sheriff. It wuz gonna take her a spell ta git there cuz she had ta walk all bent over like clutchin' at her gut.