'Em boys wish you a Hot Fudge Sunday day.

Let's introduce these boys. That there tall one with the green cap be Willard. He been wearing that baseball cap ever since he played in one game when he was seven. Struck out, but no matter. Willard figures the big leagues are gonna call him up any ol' day now. The short fellar is Clyde. Now ol' Clyde is an interestin' story. He won hisself a grease pig contest when he was in high school..well...he shoulda been in high school, but he never went on account of his pappy said it warrent important. Anyways, Clyde won the pig contest when he was fifteen. He took that pig home and loved it and put it in a special place. Wouldn't let no one touch it. One night his pappy got all liquored up and was headin' out to the pen with a knife and fork. He wanted to eat Clyde's pig. The ol' man and Clyde got into a big fight over that there pig. The sheriff come out, ma did the callin', and put'em both in the jail house until they settled down. The sherrif said they had to eat the pig, but only when it weighed-in over 400 pounds. So Clyde never fed that pig much and it never grew up much. Clyde's pappy kept sayin' how that pig was sick and not worth eatin'. That made Clyde happy.

Willard is about 28. No one knows exactly because his mama never told anyone when he was born. She was out livin' in a swamp when Willard came out "all stringy and white," least ways, that's what his mama said. Clyde is 42. He knows exactly when is his birthday. He likes tellin' folk that he was "borned in a hospital, all proper like."

JUST CHATTIN'

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Day By Day goin's On

Willard at the Courthouse