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FLY DOCTOR
Rosie
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I edited my post, aslong as you can get others to be man enough to do the same you should be able to change your post back. Sorry i didnt mean to hi jack you post. Just dont like people making comments about me with out knowing me.
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Hope you don't mind. [:)]
1. My aunt's werk:
First off, y'all oughta know that werkin' ain't part o' the Haggen nature. But Festuses Ma, ol' Auntie Clamity, worked the stills with his pa fer ta make the hill licker we Haggenses sold ta other hill folk ta keep vittles in our bellies, I reckin. She also got paid fer sum show shootin' - that ol' gal wuz one hawkeyed shooter. She useter point her six-gun at Festuses pa and holler, "If'n this here shooter goes off, it'll be the first thing ever wuz in yer consarned head!" And once evry blue moon, that tough ol' gal useter hire out ta the stage line, too - as a shotgunner. The Haggens wimmenfolk're triple distilled ornery and meaner that a four-headed rattlesnake when they gits riled. I guess us lollygaggin', saloon sittin' Haggens menfolk're part ta blame fer that, shur as shootin'. Festus' pa always said us Haggens were born ta be hung.
2. Cuzzin Festus' Big Hullerballoo with his Pappy:
I recall one year them two took off o'er the mountins on Ruth an' Li'l Ruth. (Grandpa Hawg Haggen told Festuses an' my pappys years back that all mules oughta be named Ruth.) Matthew went 'long with 'em, ta look fer the killer o' cuzzin Fergus, ol' Festuses twin. Festus luvved that boy like a June mornin', he did, and wanted to * after the scum that killed poor ol' Fergus like thunder after lightnin'. Terned out it wuz Uncle Black Jack that shot ol' Fergus, that greedy, cheatin', double-dealin' polecat. It wuz after they caught up with ol' Black Jack an' cuzzin Festus had ta put him down hisself that Festus strayed off from these hills an' took up with Matt, Miss Kitty, Newly and Doc in Dodge. Shur wuz more than a might lonesum 'round these parts after that, what with the smartest an' purtiest o' the Haggenses gone.
3. Us Haggenses Bad Habit:
Well, ol' cuzzin Festus, like all us Haggens menfolk, wuz a li'l remiss in buyin' rounds fer his friends an' kin in the Longbranch. Seems the pockets in all our duds gots holes in 'em, cuz we can't ne'er hold onta our money after a-gittin' paid. But if'n y'all plays yer cards right, ol' Doc's good fer a round er three!