The Hoe and the Coon

Howdy, ya sludge puppies. Eh, eh, Uncle Wilford here, uh-huh.

Man, dawg, last night was a freaky sight here at the porch. Me and Aunt Mally was a sleepin' away and about 3:30 AM the dadgum dogs started a makin' the worst fuss you ever heared.

I jumped outta the bed and stuck my feet into my pair of red Crocs and headed out on the porch to see what all the commotion was about. But, it was too dark so I had ta go back inside and fumble 'round fur the light switch.

Finally got the porch light on an went back out to see what I could see. Them dogs was rippin' and a tearin' at a blamed ole coon! Man was it givin' 'em fight! It was a screamin' and a hissin' something fierce!

I took off for the carport to get my hoe and then headed back to finish of the coon and shut them dang ole dogs up.

Finally got the coon, which was ded now, away from the dogs and headed back to house.

A standin' on the porch, AUnt Mally commenced to laughin' so I asked her what was so funny.

She said, "Wilford, take a look at you. You is buck naked 'cept for dem red Crocs you is a wearin'!"

Boy howdy, was I. Now that ain't a pretty mental image - Ole Uncle Wilford and his hoe a prancin' 'round in the porch light buck ass naked!

Toodle Do.....