Willy Eugene’s Pet Bull

I stood, finished off my coffee, placed the cup on the table, and said, “Well, at least Willy’s still got his bagel and the puddle. That bagel is a good rabbit dawg. Actually, one of the best I have ever seen. But, personally, I don’t see what him or his woman see in them puddles. I hate that little ball of cut fur its got on the tip of it’s tail.”

All of us picked up our bills and headed toward Nadine Lucille at the cash register. In a few minutes, we would all be on our way to a full day of bass fishin’ and fun in the sun. Our conversation in Andy’s restaurant would soon be all but totally forgotten by us. Besides, it didn’t make no never mind. See, it was just another cool and early summer morning in the backwoods of America, the birthplace of a great nation.

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