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What the Future Holds
By Miyako Inoue, Queen of Cheese
And here it is, the shortest thing I've ever written.
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One day, deep in the bayous of Florida…
Tracey Sketchit sat on his porch, in a rocking chair, wearing faded blue overalls and a straw hat.
And holding a sawed-off shotgun in his lap.
A small boy ran up to the old hound dog that was lying in front of Tracey, and kicked it.
"Click-click," said the gun.
Tracey looked dangerously at the kid, and in a heavy southern accent, said, "Yew kick mah dawg agin, ah'll see how loud yew kin squeal!"
The kid thought about this for a minute.
But a minute was too long for Tracey.
"Boom," said the gun.
The kid fell over.
And out of the house ran Misty, Brock, and Ash.
"Hey, y'all, ah gawt us another one!" yelled Tracey.
Misty skipped over to the kid and hoisted him over her shoulder.
"Ah'll go skin 'im!" she yelled.
"An' fry 'im up!" shouted Brock.
"We want some good home cookin'!" called Ash.
"Chicken-fried young 'uns!" Misty sang, prancing off toward the barn.
What the Future Holds
By Miyako Inoue, Queen of Cheese
And here it is, the shortest thing I've ever written.
*****
One day, deep in the bayous of Florida…
Tracey Sketchit sat on his porch, in a rocking chair, wearing faded blue overalls and a straw hat.
And holding a sawed-off shotgun in his lap.
A small boy ran up to the old hound dog that was lying in front of Tracey, and kicked it.
"Click-click," said the gun.
Tracey looked dangerously at the kid, and in a heavy southern accent, said, "Yew kick mah dawg agin, ah'll see how loud yew kin squeal!"
The kid thought about this for a minute.
But a minute was too long for Tracey.
"Boom," said the gun.
The kid fell over.
And out of the house ran Misty, Brock, and Ash.
"Hey, y'all, ah gawt us another one!" yelled Tracey.
Misty skipped over to the kid and hoisted him over her shoulder.
"Ah'll go skin 'im!" she yelled.
"An' fry 'im up!" shouted Brock.
"We want some good home cookin'!" called Ash.
"Chicken-fried young 'uns!" Misty sang, prancing off toward the barn.
