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Posted by The Old Crone on June 02, 2001 at 18:55:47:


*mutter mutter mutter* There, got the durned bucket o' water hauled back from the river - make me some nice soup fer supper outta them dandelion greens by the hut. 'Spose I gotta git that pig outta the hut afore I can start. I see most o' the wattles is stuck back on the hut - leastways, won't have to worry about rain makin' a muddy mess o' the floor, not that the pig ain't already. *grumble grumble*

But then I jist keep thinkin' about all the bacon an' lard an' po'k chops comin' from that critter fer the winter. Come pig-stickin' time in the Fall, she'll be good an' fat. Here, pig! Here, pig! - - - What? Where is she? I tol' Grapeshot ta keep an eye on her 'til I got back. An' come to think of it, where's Grapeshot? Don't see him nowheres! Now durn that boy, he's gone skinnin' off with that no-good cousin o' his, and somebody come in an' stole the pig! Gonna have ta go down to Sheriff Twigg's an' tell him somebody's stole my pig! Well, here I go. Not like to git me any supper 'til breakfast time, way things're goin'. Jist wait'll I git my old withered claws on that grandson o' mine. He'll wish he never saw the light o' day. *grumble mutter * (stomps on down the hill)

The Old Crone


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