基姆·格爾登/Jim Golden
Once upon a time in my life, way up on this great big hill there lived this really old farmer. That old man didn‘t have any cows, horses, pigs or chickens, in fact, that old famer didn’t even have an old farm wife to help take care of him. Everyone around town knew that this old guy was a very mean person. He was so mean that he could hardly wait for the rain to stop so he could run outside and chase all the birds away who were coming out to sing and eat grain on his farm. That is just how mean this old farmer really was.
“Ain‘t gonna shoot you right here because it’s too big a mess，”said the farmer, as he lowered his shot gun. Then he reached down and grabbed the scared old female dog by the back of the neck and drug her on her side all the way over to his pick-up truck. The old dog was just a-crying and a-whining the whole time. But that did not matter to that mean old farmer. He just took the old black dog and fung her, ashard as he could, into the back of his old run down pick-up. Then hit her in the rump a couple of times with the butt of his shot gun until she laid down. Then he jumped in the truck and headed as fast as he could down the long winding dirt road, towards the woods.
Faster and faster the old farmer drove, just a talking and cursing out loud the entire time. That beat up old truck was a-slipping and a-sliding all over the wet dirt road. First sliding this a-way and then sliding that a-way. Then all of a sudden the truck slid sideways and ran completely off the dirt road, hit the ditch and began rolling over and over. There were bushs, leaves, dirt and all kinds of stuff being fung everywhere. Finally everything became very still and quiet, except for the crackle of a small fre that was coming out from underneath the old pick-up truck.
“Please, somebody help me！”yelled the old farmer. But there was nobody to help him, not even that old black dog who had now ran away in order to save herself.