Posted: 8/17/2009 12:51:43 PM EDT
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'Late again,' the third-grade teacher said to Little Boodro. 'It ain't my fault dis time,' Miss Thibodeaux.' You can blame dis'un on muh Daddy. Duh reason Ah'm three hours late is my Daddy sleeps naked!' Now, Miss Thibodeaux had taught grammar school for thirty-some-odd years. Despite her mounting fears, she asked Little Boodro what he meant by that. Full of grins and mischief and in the flower of his youth, Little Boo and 'Trouble' were old friends, but he always told Miss Thib the truth. 'You see, Miss Thib, out at duh farm we got dis here lowdown Gator. Duh last few nights he done et six hens and killed Ma's bess milk goat. Lass night, when Daddy heard a noise out in duh chicken pen, he grabbed his shotgun and said to Ma, 'Dat gator is back again, mais, Ah'm gonna git him!'' 'Stay back,' he whispered to all us kids. 'He was naked as a jaybird .... no boots, no pants, no shirt!' 'To duh hen house he crawled, just like an Injun on duh snoop. Den he stuck Dat double barreled 12 Gauge shot gun thru duh winda of duh coop. As he stared into duh darkness, with gators on his mind, our old hound dog 'Pabon' had done woke up and comes sneaking' up behind Daddy. Den, as we all looked on plumb helpless, old Pabon stuck his cold nose to Daddy's crack!' 'Miss Thibodeaux ..... mais, we all been cleanin' chickens since tree o'clock dis mornin'!!!!! |
