Sounds of gunfire echo in the trees. A large hulking form covered in a muumuu slicked with the gore of dozen of woodland creatures stumps back to the porch. A pile of gophers, rabbits, fawns, squirrels, racoons, and other assorted small mammalia fall from a fold in the voluminous garment, piling in a gruesomely-twitching stack on the rickety porch. The large woman places a smoking gun by her rocking chair.
"Yew porch loafers wan' some vermin stew I jest cleared out the back woodlot. Them critters won't stay fresh fer long, we needs some steady skinnin' hands to depelt them alls. I's goin' to start the cauldron up, you jest skin em' joint em', dress 'em and any intestines and that stuff feed to ol' Grue. He likes that stuff.
Tromps to the large iron cauldron in the front yard by the '75 Gremlin on concrete blocks and lays wood undneath, setting it afire with a spoken word and gesture.
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Me too zombeh. Why when I wuz cleerin' the woodlot there wuz a rabbit, skunk and a lil baby deer all standing next to each other like targets in a shootin' gallery! Speakin' of such, someone bettah find that thar skunk and take its musk gland out, it'll taint the meat if'n yew leave it in too long.
Waddles back to porch
I wonder what you call baby deer meat? Veal venison? Venison veal? I guess I calls it tasteh!
Starts skinning the small deer with a long wickedly-barbed Bowie knife.
Ah reckin'
*happily starts jumping all around Mammeh*
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*happily starts jumping all around Mammeh*
Tosses Grue some fawn intestines
Thar yew go Gruey! Them baby deer sweetbreads'll make yer coat all shiny!
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can we complain about more then hippeh's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!It shor'z bin hot fer uh cuple uh days now. Corn's gonna wilt.
Bah Corn..... The grass is too darn tall I cants see the freako lefties fer all the weeds.
Till theys start smoken it that is, then theys easy to find. At first then it becomes cloudy and you have eat-n-sleep to find 'em again.
Goddang hippehs
They're everywhar.
Has someone seen the rehkin ball?
Comes stumping out of house with large hat on with stuffed vulture perched precariously on top. A large carpet bag dripping greenish fluid is clenched in one meaty fist
Yewwins eat without me. I gots to go make a call back at mah cousin-neice's house out Choke Holler way. Yew see any of them Bambi critters eatin' mah turnips yew let fly yeh hear? I'll be back sometime, cain't rightly say when.
Stumps off along the road and disappears into the gloom
Ah shor does hate it when Mammy goes vizitin. Mebbe ah'll head off yonder muhself.
Gwrf.
*fetches leash*
Where's the rehkin ball?
Is that rehkin ball a big ball?
Ayup
(OMG da zombeh has a new face!)
What're yew lookin' at? Dadgum hippeh skull...
Dadgum hippeh lich...
Seriously, where's the rehkin ball?
