nights dream is all about pork
Mary K. Hamner
RK gets even with P.W. Rooter, if only in his dreams.
|Its mighty cold here
lately and it felt good to curl up into the quilt the old
woman laid out for me. I was justa dozin off when I
heared this noise goin on out side. Sounded like
something a rootin around in the leaves just outside the
old womans hog fence. I just turned over and went
on back to sleep but then I remembered them boys a talkin
about seein hog tracks up in the 36 acres up above
the old womans house.
It warnt really my business, I thought, and I curled up an went on back to sleep. I dreamed about one of them hawgs a rootin around outside and thought about how upset the old woman would be ifn one rooted up her flower beds. Sooo I decided to go outside and investergate.
When my feet hit that cold ground it was mighty unconfertable but I walked on out and jumped up a top that hog fence them boys built a while back. Sure nuff, there it wuz, one of them hawgs, a rootin around where he oughten to be. I looked him over and then I jumped- right a straddle uv his head. That hog was some surprised but I just kept a holding his head down in thu dirt where he wuz a rootin and not letting him come up fer air. Made me glad fer the weight I had put on over the holidays cause after a while that ole hawg just flopped over and died.
Allus when I eat a rabbit or a rat, I start out on
their head. Most uv th time ifn its big, I jus eat half
of it and take the rest into the garage where the ole
woman can see it and brag on me and save the bottom half
fer later. That hogs snout had a gamey taste and I
didnt quite care fer it. It takes too long to
digest and now I know how a boa constrictor feels after
hes swallered something like that ole hog.