Da Firewood Incident

Well howdy ya all, Wannita back agin. Thought Id' best xplain ta ya all where ole BuBBa & me haz ben fer awhile. Well me an BuBBa got cut off our com-puter privledges by those other folks. Once spring showed up, we'z thought there wuznt' any need ta keep cuttin firewood fer those people. But shore enuf, they cut us off usin there com-puter. We tried ta reeson wit em. Wuznt' no need fer wood in da spring. They woodnt' hear of it thou. So da feud wuz on. But lo an behold my BuBBa come thru fer me agin. Some how in da middle of da night, my ole Guernsey milk cow Bessie come up missin. Why she wuz da best milk cow in these parts. Even if ya didnt' think shed' hav another squirt left in her, she'd hunker down fer ya an squirt sum more. Shore do miss ole Bessie. Da same mornin aftr Bessie come up missin, BuBBa an ole Jim-Bob went out lookin fer her. They grabs a 12 pack ta take wit em fer breakfast an went ridin round these parts lookin fer her, an fer sum reeson, decides ta take a ride thru "Snob Hill" (thats where all them well-ta-do peoples lives). They figgered they'd jus ride round til they found her or they ran outta beer. As da story goes, cordin ta BuBBa & Jim-Bob, theys a ridin thru ole snob hill an happens ta see ole Doc Johnson takin out his trash ta his fancy trash can. They cant' believe their eyes when they sees ole Doc throwin away his com-puter! So they wait til Doc goes back inside and Jim-Bob sneaks over to da fancy trash can like he's someone from da CIA, an grabs that ole com-puter an throws it in BuBBa's ole truck an they peel out like a couple teenagers wit moonshine, runnin from there girlfriends Daddy. BuBBa felt perty shure he culd fix what ever wuz wrong wit it. So home they come feedin me a line bout how'd they'd culdnt' find Bessie, but had come up wit dis new com-puter, so once agin they grabbed a 12 pack outta da ice box an locks emselves inside da shed. Took bout 6 hrs. an a case of beer, but finelly BuBBa pokes his head out an yells to me, "We done it, we'z got ourselves a new com-puter." Cordin ta Jim-Bob, bout da only thing wrong wit it wuz it had sum virus in it named "AOL" running thru it, an once BuBBa disabled it, it worked fine. So folks thats the story of how we'z got our new com-puter. I had ole Ben look at it, an he seems ta think BuBBa got a heck of a deal. It's got a Seventeen inch picture tube an a 300 mhz processor, what ever dat is, an haz 64 rams in it. (Wish I could find them thar rams, we'd be eatin good fer a while). So all in all, I'm perty proud of my BuBBa fer right now anyways. But, I've strayed off the story line agin haven't I. Since ole Bessie's been gone, I ain't had no milk commin in fer BuBBa's supper. Kinda strange them other people come up with an ole Guernsey Milk Cow, that looks alot like my ole Bessie. Not quite shore bout her thou, cuz they won't let me close enuf ta look at her. Now, twice a day, BuBBa haz ta go over an milk there cow fer em. And, cuz I'm gittin free milk from there new cow, BuBBa an me still haz ta cut them firewood. God I miss ole Bessie. Shore wish I culd find her. Ifn' ya see her, will ya all let me know. Well, til next time folks.

Wannita