Full of Beans

Fizzle Bodner came knees and elbows through the canes down to the creek where we were poling our half-drums up and down the tributaries of the Amazon.  We aimed our rifles and shot him down.

“Huh!  I ain’t goin’ to fall in this mud.  Anyway, you ought to come up to Miz Blake’s.  She’s got a lottery.”

We poled the tubs over to the planks we called a dock.

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