Posted by Miss Marcia on April 12, 2000 at 14:52:40:
Good golly, Olly! Here I am, trussed up like a dadblame chicken, then slung over this brave's shoulders like a sack o' flour...chicken? Flour?? Oooooooh, boy, am I gettin' HUNGRY!! It's been hours since we've stopped for a bit of food or a rest! Boy, this is a fine howdy-do, indeed, for a well-bred southren gal like myself! And this fella's shoulder ain't the most comfy place I've ever thrown myself down across, either!
Geesh! He's banging me around somethin' fierce! Can't believe he won't let me walk any more. Guess trying to run off through the bushes awhile back wasn't the smartest thing I ever did.
Wish he'd quit shiftin' me from shoulder to shoulder like that! And I ain't too fond o' the way he's holdin' on to me, either. I don't know him well enough for him to be grabbin' me like THAT! Boy, am I glad my darlin' Benton can't see me now....speakin' of Benton, surely he's found out I'm missin' and is roundin' up a search party to come rescue me...surely they'll be along any minute........
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