Sept 2 2021
We sipped and saw. Yep. Windy Wilson,
cowboy camp cook, approaching the philosophy and coffee counter
at the Mule Barn. But what are you gonna do?
“Ya know, fellas,” he said, “I believe in them
childhood dreams and all. With me, my kid dream was to travel to
the darkest corner of Equilateral Africa and look at the
varmints. They got a bunch of ‘em down there. Some are kinda
pretty and others can stomp you into furry pink Jell-O.
“Wellsir, I got to figgerin’ just how I could swing a trip over
there to them Serum
-getty Plains and all, and listen to monkeys watch cheaters
chase down them grazelles. So I thought I kinda should practice
up a bit in case I got the chance, so I sprung it on my fellow
students in the second grade. You know, with that show and tell
thingie. Most folks don’t get to do that ‘til they’re already in
Congress, but I stood up and tol’ them ‘bout my pet
hipplo-potamus in the backyard. Called him Fluffy.
Hey, I told ‘em story after story ‘bout ol’ Fluff. You know the
stuff … how ol’ Fluffy bit me one morning when I was a-saddlin’
him up. Stuff like that there.
“Now truth was, I didn’t happen to have ol’ Fluffy in the
backyard, but I sure as sugar wished I had, and I guess that
transmaterialated itself to the audience. Teacher called
my mom just to check about Fluffy, though, so I musta told a
good one. Yessir!
“Never did get to darkest Africa and stuff, but I studied
on it. Seems the onliest folks in them days who got over there
was missionarities. Themmissionarity types, turns out, was
s’posed to gather folks together and tell ‘em their ‘speriences
and ‘splain how to live more gooder lives and that. And I jest
couldn’t see my ownselfdoin’ that. Nossir!”
We just nodded. It’s quicker that way.
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