sat out in frunt of tha dore fur a bout an awer. no won shoed up. luckly had my thurmos fool of hooch. i even brot my bandjammer wit me. ya'l ever herd won of them thare bandjammers? incredibal thingys.
welp better tell Curt to come hoem. heez ben thare a long time.
ewe catch any of dem dare critters and eyell by them from ya. If ewe'ns get enuff of dem you can make a sweet pair of fury socks. Plus the meet is tastey. Curt used to raze chippymunks wen before we moved outta da holler and moved to the big sity. They sure r tastey.