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Wall, I got a little bit riled and I whaled away at it again, and I hit it right whar I missed it the fust time, and I whirled round and sot down so durned hard I sot four back teeth to akin, and I pawed round in the air and knocked a lot of it out of place. WELL I GOT A LITTLE BIT RILED AND I WHALED AWAY AT IT AGAIN AND I HIT IT RIGHT WHERE I MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME AND I WHIRLED AROUND AN SOT DOWN SO DURNED HARD I SOT FOUR BACK TEETH TO ACHIN AND I PAWED AROUND IN THE AIR AN KNOCKED A LOT OF IT OUT O PLACE
ad on a pair of socks that had more different colors in 'em than in Joseph's coat. I looked like a cross atween a monkey and a cirkus rider, and a-goin' across the medder our turkey gobbler took after me and I had an awful time with that fool bird. I calculate as how I'll git even with him 'bout Thanksgiving time. Wall, the boys took me into the paster, and they had it all dug up into what they called a "T," and they had a wheelbarrer full of little Injun war clubs. They called one a nibbler, and another a brassie, and a lot of other fool names I never heerd afore, and can't remember now. Then they brought out a little wooden ball 'bout as big as a hen's egg, and they stuck it up on a little hunk of mud. Then they told me to take one of them thar war clubs and stand alongside of the ball and hit it. Wall, I jist peeled off my coat and got a good holt on that war club and I jist whaled away at that durned little ball, and by gum I missed it, and the boys all commenced to holler "foozle. ES I EVER HAD ON IN MY LIFE I HAD ON A PARASOCKS THAT HAD MORE DIFF'RENT COLORS IN EM THAN IN JOSEPH'S COAT I LOOKED LIKE A CROSS ATWEEN A MONKEY AND A CIRCUS RIDER AN A GOIN ACROSS THE MEADOW OUR TURKEY GOBBLER TOOK AFTER ME AND I HAD A AWFUL TIME WITH THAT FOOL BIRD I CALCULATED HOW I'D GET EVEN WITH HIM ABOUT THANKSGIVVING TIME WELL THE BOYS TOOK ME INTO THE PASTURE AND THEY HAD IT ALL DUG UP INTO WHAT THEY CALLED A TEA AND THEY HAD A WHEELBARROW FULL OF LITTLE ENGINE WAR CLUBS THEY CALLED ONE A NIBBLER AN ANOTHER A BRASSEY AND A LOT OF OTHER FOOL NAMES I NEVER HEERD AFORE AND CAN'T REMEMBER NOW THEN THEY BROUGHT OUT A LITTLE WOODEN BALL ABOUT AS BIG AS A HEN'S EGG AND THEY STUCK IT UP ON A LITTLE HUNK OF MUD THEN THEY TOLD ME TO TAKE ONE OF THEM MY WAR CLUBS AND STAND ALONGSIDE OF THE BALL AND HIT IT WELL I JEST PEELED OFF MY COAT GOT A GOOD HALT ON THAT WAR CLUB AND I JEST WAILED AWAY AT THAT DURNED LITTLE BALL AND BY GUM I MISSED IT AND ALL THE BOYS ALL COMMENCED TO HOLLER FOOZLE
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