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This was a challenge that came up as TS went down. It's for city folk to figure out the proper usage of the following list of words, and to combine them in a short story:
holler, sissy, bubba, prairie oysters, hawg, possum, maters, hitched, bloomers, hoe down, moonshine, poke bonnet, tabaccie, rain barrel, yungins, low-down, good ol' boy, cellar, out-backs two seater, buckeye, slop jar, likker, hillbilly, spit-tun
Here's my attempt to talk (write)like an Ozarks denizen:
Howdy, y'all! How they hangin'? Us'ns just got back from down the holler, where me and sissy and her good ol' boy, Bubba was hoe'n for a mess o' greens ta go with them prairie oysters that maw was fixin for supper. (Some folks calls them Mountain Oysters). Paw was busy today with castratin' them bull calves, (then he and his Hillbilly friend, Buster went to the bootlegger, I cain't name him, cause that'd be agin the law) and got them some good corn likker to go with supper. Mountain Oysters are a nice change to havin to eat possum all the time. (They's what's left when the bull calf is made into a steer). They don't look purty but they sure do taste good, speshully fried in hawg fat, with fried green maters, greens and other fixins, an that's a fact. After supper I gots to take the slop jar out to the pigs and feed em up.
Sissy and her Bubba are gonna get hitched tomorrow, Paw said so. He's been trying to git into her bloomers since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. They met at a hoe down a couple years back, where there was some mighty good moonshine and foot-stompin music goin on. Bubba was a sittin with the band, just a guitar-picken, when he spied Sissy on the dance floor, with another Good Old Fella, cuttin a rug. When that thir fella knocked Sissy's Poke Bonnet off on a spin around, ol' Bubba made as to Pop him in the mouth. That made the other guy mad, and them two rolled around on the ground knockin' over the spit-tun. There was chawed tobaccie all over the place!! Paw finally had to break them guys apart. He made 'em wash in the rain-barrrel outside, then tole 'em that that was no way to act in front of the yungins. He tole 'em that they was both low-down for actin' that way in public!!
Sissy and Bubba is gonna stay with us and live in the cellar, for a spell, 'til Bubba gets a job or starts in to bein' a Moonshiner (His ol' Daddy and his daddy afore him was all moonshiners), and can afford to git a place of thir own. Sissy's braggin that they's gonna git them a place higher up the mountain with more'n 2 rooms and thir own out-backs two seater! Boy is she puttin on airs!! Next thing, she's a gonna want Bubba to go to town to get that thir toilet paper stuff, as if the Sears catalogue ain't good enough for her! When Sissy marries off, I don't gotta stay around here no more. I think I'll head to the big city, maybe Cleveland and find myself a educated man to marry off to. I've always wanted to see the Buckeye state, anyways.
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