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May 17, 2020 - 258 words
“Hey Himmy you got them there corn for shuckin’ up the ol’ shucker when we by God got it ready for a-shuckin’?” screamed Farmer Gack from down on from his ol’ diaphragm there. Sun was beatin’ down and offerin’ no mercy to these lads underneath it, t’were a fact.
“Aye Gacky ya old pimble, now quit yer buckin’ and I’ll get that corn a-shucked in any ol’ way I please,” hollered back Him Hamble, sweat pourin’ from his brow and spit flyin’ past his teeth like a somethin’ or another, “in any ol’ time I please and any ol’ manner I please!!” His shucker was throttled to the edge and it ain’t nothin’ if a shucker weren’t doin’!
“Nah I ain’t fixin’ for a quarrel there ol’ Himmy, and if you got a sorta contention with me who pays ya to feed yer family well that then there these that them there we can be havin’ such a quarrel after the sun sinks beyond them there hills there, unnerstand???” Gack was no man’s fool, and he was no farmer’s fool. Nonetheless he been sufferin’ fools nonetheless and he couldn’t but wonder if it weren’t but God hisself comin’ on down from his comfy clouds to show him a thinger two ‘bout them there corn shuckers.
Him sighed and put his hands on his hips like a man who just had about enough of this that there heat from ol’ Gack. Heat from the sun was one thing. Catchin’ heat from a fella? No thankee sir, no thankee indeed.