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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Hi PwTasselhoff and Fizban,</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I been waiting and waiting for that Fedex truck, I
got my bed and my bowl, my red coat and boots and about a ton of Velveeta.
I dunno where that truck is, but when it gets here I'll hop in the big box and
be there in a flash. Do you all have turkey for Thanksgiving? I'm
pretty partial to turkey, y'all. I like grits, too, 'specially cheese
grits. Mom says that's what makes my butt so big. Like she's got
room to talk.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Seriously, Mom got an email from Fedex two days ago
and it told her all about how they could ship ANYTHING to ANYWHERE all she had
to do was call. I thought she was gonna explode she was laughing so
hard. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Keep looking for me. It isn't getting any
better around here. Mom keeps yelling about 'go Gators'. If I ever
see one I'll probably wet myself. Then I KNOW I'll be hopping in that big
old box. Y'all got moose? Mom is a moose freak. She says
they're like deer on steroids and don't see very well. I think they look
BIG and GOOFY. She said I'd better watch myself or the elk would squish
me, too. You got bears? Mom's four legger has a cabin in the
mountains in New Mexico and they gots all kinds of bears and elks and wolufs and
prairie dogs. All we got are cock roaches big enough to put a saddle
on. Good news, though, all the wild roosters are eating the roaches.
I don't think that makes up for scratching up Mom's car. Boy was she mad
about that. There was some kinda talk about parboiling and plucking.
Dad says you can't eat a rooster.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Dad tried to run one of those roosters over the
other day when out of nowhere came about four million hens to protect him.
Mom says that must be one GOOD rooster. So, why doesn't she cook
him? All I know is those roosters and chickens are a breeding and making
more roosters and chickens and they're running all over the neighborhood
terrorizing the cats and dogs and peacocks. Dad says if anyone messes with
his peacock it's gonna be fricassee. You got fricassee? I don't think it's
a southern thing. Those roosters get on the back fence every morning and
start that horrible racket. Poor Mud is almost worn out trying to make
them leave. I think they figured out that he is all mouth, the big
bully. Ha!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Keep looking for me. Let me know if I need to
bring my own grits.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Sammie in Florida</FONT></DIV>
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