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09-01-2007, 04:34 AM
Tumble Creek II: The Sequel
Tumble Creek did have a gent’ler side. Once it hit Ol’ Lady Grimandower’s back 40 (meadow, not behind) ((though there were similarities between the two)), and picked up the Left Hand Fork, it got a might fat an’ lazy, (the creek, again, not Aunt Holly’s behind). They was trout down here but like the creek, they’d got a little fat an’ lazy too. These here trout had learned that it was easier to catch cheeze balls than Rat Faced McDougals.
Just down stream from Aunt Holly’s place was the old mill pond. Most all the young’uns in the holler learned to swim there. Even Cousin Scooter (have I told ya’ll what a fine boy, he’s turnin’ out to be?)... uh, that is he almost learnt to swim, I reckon... well lets say he never drowned... yet. A boy durn near six foot tall and weighin’ 97 pounds don’t lend much to buoyancy. That and the fact that Cousin Scooter never took off his shoes. Size 13 ½ but nobody had seen his feet since he was 9. If they’s anything to that big foot, big.... er.……………
….. but nobody had seen that since he was 4. But Lordy them brogans musta weighed seven pounds apiece, dry!
They’s somethin’ about the mill pond that draws a boy... (that’d be Lo...rayne.) Yep ever since she’d outgrowed that frilly little pink one piece and her kiddie pool, Lo...rayne had started showin’ up at the mill pond in T shirts an’ cut offs.
Scooter ain’t slept since the Fourth of July.
The Fourth of July is special ‘round here. Th’ crops is in, usually hoed at least once, first cuttin’ is in the hay loft, an’ the fishin’ has slowed down. It’s time fer a break. A good part of Posey shows up at the mill pond ever year and this year some of the very best parts of Lo...rayne was showin’ up as well! (If ya’ll remember, Lo...rayne was blessed)!!!
Seems this year that ‘belly’ shirts was comin’ into style an’ the rest of the fashion world was finally startin’ to catch up with Lo...rayne. She was very fashion conscious... when she wore clothes... an’ was conscious. It was rumored that slo gin wasn’t near as slo with Lo...rayne as it was with most gals.
Anyway, it was the Fourth, the usual crowd was at the mill pond, and fried chicken could be smelled plumb up to Chub Amick’s. So natur’ly Chub showed up with a flowerdy Hi-Y’n shirt an’ a snoot full o’ kikapoo.
Tumble Creek was runnin’ a little cold this year ‘cause of the late spring, but it wasn’t long till the beer took some of the chill offen’ the blue green water. Pretty soon Lo...rayne was standin’ up to her assests, which were becomin’ more and more liquid. Scooter had no choice, he had to go in or stand there lookin’ like a ‘T’ square. First you know Squeek’s in too, that big ol’ gold tooth just a shinin’, an’ she’s grabbin’ at her suit a tryin’ not to lose it... Squeek’s a little shy (top an’ bottom). ‘Course somebody always helps her get it back on... hoooo,eee ... shiver! (Not the chill waters of Tumble Creek… the visual of Squeek in a bathin’ suit !)
It was a peaceful setting this year. Scooter was alternatin’ between his doggy paddle an’ drownin’. Squeek was shiver’n till her gold tooth chattered like lugnuts in a hubcap. She headed fer the bank to warm up, couldn’t take a chance on damagin’ the tooth. Why Lo...rayne was even startin’ to feel a little chill, but then of a sudden the water got much warmer... an’ a tick on the yeller side... SCOOTER!!!
Lo...rayne was just about ready to reach in an’ snatch ol’ Scooter right out of his ‘submarine’ mode, when from high above the pond, on the cuddlin’ rock, Chub leaped out from inebriation...
......C A N O N N N N N N N B A A A L L L L L L L L L !!!!!!!
Four hunner’d pounds. From a good fifteen foot up. A spread eagle, mouth open, eye shut, BELLY BUSTER!
KEEERRRRRRRRR........................
I think a little disclosure on hydraulics is in order here... mmm’k? When a large volume of water is displaced rapidly, the resultant vortex can create an amazing suction on otherwise securely fixed objects... take Lo...rayne’s cutt off’s fer instance !
....................SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
...an’ that’s when Cousin Scooter found out that Lo...rayne was a natural red head!
The paramedic’s don’t really understand Scooter’s stupor... this time. Not much water in his lungs... no mor’n usual anyways. No sign of head injury, they already knowed about the cowlicks. But, boy howdy, I’m here to tell you when them bibs come off, they was a whole lot of respect fer his shoe size!
Tumble Creek did have a gent’ler side. Once it hit Ol’ Lady Grimandower’s back 40 (meadow, not behind) ((though there were similarities between the two)), and picked up the Left Hand Fork, it got a might fat an’ lazy, (the creek, again, not Aunt Holly’s behind). They was trout down here but like the creek, they’d got a little fat an’ lazy too. These here trout had learned that it was easier to catch cheeze balls than Rat Faced McDougals.
Just down stream from Aunt Holly’s place was the old mill pond. Most all the young’uns in the holler learned to swim there. Even Cousin Scooter (have I told ya’ll what a fine boy, he’s turnin’ out to be?)... uh, that is he almost learnt to swim, I reckon... well lets say he never drowned... yet. A boy durn near six foot tall and weighin’ 97 pounds don’t lend much to buoyancy. That and the fact that Cousin Scooter never took off his shoes. Size 13 ½ but nobody had seen his feet since he was 9. If they’s anything to that big foot, big.... er.……………
….. but nobody had seen that since he was 4. But Lordy them brogans musta weighed seven pounds apiece, dry!
They’s somethin’ about the mill pond that draws a boy... (that’d be Lo...rayne.) Yep ever since she’d outgrowed that frilly little pink one piece and her kiddie pool, Lo...rayne had started showin’ up at the mill pond in T shirts an’ cut offs.
Scooter ain’t slept since the Fourth of July.
The Fourth of July is special ‘round here. Th’ crops is in, usually hoed at least once, first cuttin’ is in the hay loft, an’ the fishin’ has slowed down. It’s time fer a break. A good part of Posey shows up at the mill pond ever year and this year some of the very best parts of Lo...rayne was showin’ up as well! (If ya’ll remember, Lo...rayne was blessed)!!!
Seems this year that ‘belly’ shirts was comin’ into style an’ the rest of the fashion world was finally startin’ to catch up with Lo...rayne. She was very fashion conscious... when she wore clothes... an’ was conscious. It was rumored that slo gin wasn’t near as slo with Lo...rayne as it was with most gals.
Anyway, it was the Fourth, the usual crowd was at the mill pond, and fried chicken could be smelled plumb up to Chub Amick’s. So natur’ly Chub showed up with a flowerdy Hi-Y’n shirt an’ a snoot full o’ kikapoo.
Tumble Creek was runnin’ a little cold this year ‘cause of the late spring, but it wasn’t long till the beer took some of the chill offen’ the blue green water. Pretty soon Lo...rayne was standin’ up to her assests, which were becomin’ more and more liquid. Scooter had no choice, he had to go in or stand there lookin’ like a ‘T’ square. First you know Squeek’s in too, that big ol’ gold tooth just a shinin’, an’ she’s grabbin’ at her suit a tryin’ not to lose it... Squeek’s a little shy (top an’ bottom). ‘Course somebody always helps her get it back on... hoooo,eee ... shiver! (Not the chill waters of Tumble Creek… the visual of Squeek in a bathin’ suit !)
It was a peaceful setting this year. Scooter was alternatin’ between his doggy paddle an’ drownin’. Squeek was shiver’n till her gold tooth chattered like lugnuts in a hubcap. She headed fer the bank to warm up, couldn’t take a chance on damagin’ the tooth. Why Lo...rayne was even startin’ to feel a little chill, but then of a sudden the water got much warmer... an’ a tick on the yeller side... SCOOTER!!!
Lo...rayne was just about ready to reach in an’ snatch ol’ Scooter right out of his ‘submarine’ mode, when from high above the pond, on the cuddlin’ rock, Chub leaped out from inebriation...
......C A N O N N N N N N N B A A A L L L L L L L L L !!!!!!!
Four hunner’d pounds. From a good fifteen foot up. A spread eagle, mouth open, eye shut, BELLY BUSTER!
KEEERRRRRRRRR........................
I think a little disclosure on hydraulics is in order here... mmm’k? When a large volume of water is displaced rapidly, the resultant vortex can create an amazing suction on otherwise securely fixed objects... take Lo...rayne’s cutt off’s fer instance !
....................SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
...an’ that’s when Cousin Scooter found out that Lo...rayne was a natural red head!
The paramedic’s don’t really understand Scooter’s stupor... this time. Not much water in his lungs... no mor’n usual anyways. No sign of head injury, they already knowed about the cowlicks. But, boy howdy, I’m here to tell you when them bibs come off, they was a whole lot of respect fer his shoe size!