A tongue twister to teach a tongue
“Cents the sky ain’t fallin’ and the crek ain’t risin’ git up and git goin’. Ya won’t ‘mont to a hill of beans if ya don’t gitta move own. That’s all I gotta to say ’bout it.”
“Oh, mom, I’m only eight…and why are you talking like that?”
“Son, lessons learned when you are young will remain with you throughout your life. Listen to the wisdom of your elders and you will become wise among your peers.”
“Gee, dad, not you too? What’s going on around here? I’m going to school. You guys are acting toooooo weird.”
Sam’s parents high-fived out in the hallway.
“Yes!” they whispered in triumph!
It was a short lived victory…
Ones who have done something brave…example:
She was born the grand-daughter of a coal miner and the daughter of a terribly mean alcoholic. I say this to explain the uncanny ability she has to maneuver well in dim light and avoid a scrap. I understand that not everyone believes these types of traits are passed through genes but I know it to be so. Take the night that Beverly Stikes got laid out on Tempest Street.