Richard, the paperboy, from The Red Scarf, Sept. 1944, #13
Okay, y’all ain’t gonna beleive the trouble I’m in right now…and none of it was my fault. Heck, I know durn well you don’t believe that, but just listen up and I’ll tell you what happened. I come home from school bout 3:30 as usual, and hi-tailed it out to the chicken house to gather eggs. That’s one of my jobs…the other is feeding them sorry chickens and our two mules. Heck, I was gonna grab them eggs and throw chicken feed and sling a little hay to the mules and take off down to Flat Creek Swamp. Yeah, fishing again, but that a whole lot better than sitting around the yard and having Daddy come up with something for me to do. Well, anyways, first thing I did was just fly into the chicken house and start grabbing up eggs….when…good Lord in heaven above. I done nearly dropped dead of a heart attack. I reached in one of them chicken nests and instead of a egg it was a huge black snake. Talk about hollering and yelling, yeah, I did a little of that, but then I saw it was just a ordinary black snake, which weren’t no big deal. But look out, hold your horses, that snake crawled out of the chicken nest and it was longer than I was…I’m sure it was a world record chicken snake. Well, before it could get out of the chicken house, I grabbed it by the tail, slipped my hand up behind its head, and held it up. My gosh, it was way a bunch longer that me….no kidding. And it had two big lumps about 10 inches down which was the eggs it had swallowed. Of course, I figured I just had to show somebody a world record chicken snake and I started looking for Daddy, but he was way down in the hay field and I sure wasn’t gonna walk all the way down there to show him the snake. Bout that time I saw Momma go in the house and I took off after her. Heck, I ran in the house just a hollering, “Momma look what I caught.” Course, I’d forgot Momma is really scared of snakes and she didn’t pay me no attention, so I got right up behind her and poked her. “Look Momma!” Okay, maybe I was a little close to her and when she turned around with that snake right in her face, she screamed so loud it scared the snake and it jerked and my hand slipped and danged if that snake didn’t get loose right in Momma’s kitchen. Whoooo, doggies, I never thought my momma could move that fast. Heck, with a huge black snake trying to get out of the kitchen and Momma running around like nothing you’ve ever seen. Yeah, right then and there I knew durn well I shouldn’t have brought that snake into the kitchen. Finally, Momma just flew out the kitchen door with the snake right behind her….uh, huh, still screaming like some wild indian.
And none of it was my fault…but Momma didn’t see it that away. In fact I’m just waiting on Daddy to cut one of them willow switches.







