Butterfrog's croakin' again. Ya hungry?
Eeyup.
rekin
ayup.
ayup......
Eeyup.
Who de Hell are yah! The last horse I had made fur sum good viddles.
ayyyyup
Eeyup!
Ah reckin' he is.
Oooowwww, mah foot...
Ah need sum shine.
Hey feller! You a hippeh?
Nope.
Ah ain't seen thet Makintesh feller round afore. Ah wuz wundrin if'n he maht be wunna them hippehs in disguys.
What?
Ignore 'em he jus' done being a Couillon.
Who de hell are ya? Are Cajuns hippehs? Ain't ever seen a southern Cajun dis fahr North befare.
ayup
rekkin? rekkin...
Who de hell are ya? Are Cajuns hippehs? Ain't ever seen a southern Cajun dis fahr North befare.
Bettah watch who ya callin hippe. I t'ink I needs a little dragun in mah Gumbo.
Who de hell are ya? Are Cajuns hippehs? Ain't ever seen a southern Cajun dis fahr North befare.Bettah watch who ya callin hippe. I t'ink I needs a little dragun in mah Gumbo.
Where Big Mammeh at? She can feed ya.
*Flies across the Thread and disappears behind the moonshine shack*
Dat Cherrymash? hmm yeah love me some fine cherymash.
*chases the pigeon*
Don't hurt dah blue bird of happiness. He's donin' sumtin speci-e-al with de shine.
Ah suppose ah could check behind the shack for ya.
YAR!
*sniff sniff*
*steals the rum*
There war pirates before Louisiana?
Anyhow, he says he no hippeh bird and want to guard the shine shack. Ah said it was okays