Dennison and McClure's

[poohlive]

Billy Joe Bob finished up with the animals, making sure to pet them extra long. Each one of them had their own special way to be petted. He especially liked their llama, George. Oh boy, what George could do to him.
Good thing George was out in the pasture, and Bessie was inside the barn. Otherwise he's be in a hell of a mess. Scratching himself through his overalls, he decided it was best not to think about it too much. The last thing he needed was an inteligent conversation with himself.
He went up to the back of the barn, opening up the storm cellar. Inside was a crude looking catapault. He checked his pocketwatch, ten after, perfectly on time, as always. He had grabbed three piles of trash earlier, like he always does. They were behind the bushes, hiding.
Grabbing the rope, he pulled the huge catapault out. It came, but moaned and groaned as it did so. Squeaking sounds from rusy parts were heard loud and clear. It came to rest beside the tree.
Billy set up the cat, placing the garbage inside. He made slight calculations, looking for the best spot. He didn't want to hit their house, not on the first shot. The best aim for the first one was right behind the trailers, where they all walked.
"There we are, FOUR!!!"
He released the lever.
A Thwump sound came from the contraption as old moldy trash was hurled from the Dennison's and over to the McClure's. He set it up once more.
Now, the second one usually went up to their driveway, right before the street.
Thwump.
Another perfect hit. Billy smiled, his curled lips revealing toothless gums.
The final one went onto the roof of the house, just so it would take them some time for them to go on up there and bring it down. And if they didn't... he smiled again, well, then it's just stay on up there and stink to high heaven.
With the sunny hot days they have been having wouldn't take more than a couple of hours. Billy had to hold his nose just as he piled it onto the cat.
The last twump.
He heard the sickening splatter as the bag opened, spilling it's rotten goddies all over the roof. Some fell off, but most of it used it's still growing mold to hang on for dear life. A fe rats spilled out, running and climbing their way into cracks and under trailers.
Putting the cat away, he couldn't help but feel better about the day. It seems like things were going well after all. He closed the storm cellar, locking it up. Pa always told him to lock up the cellar, those McClure's were good for nothing theives.
Looking at the gunk on his hands, his nose crinkled up. What a shame, he had gotten some on himself. He went over to the creek, to clean himself off.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Families

Geri- Dennison
Forrester- McClure
Seductive- McClure

welcome

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

He was jus' finishin' up his sammich when he heard the thwunk o' some'in' hittin' da roof, and some trash falling down ta da ground. "Hell, it dat late already? Well, see ya in a min, cous. Gotta go wake up da good fer nuthin' neighberfolk."

He went to the side of the house, grabbing up a rusty golf club and an old cigar box as he made for the roof. He kicked a few peices of garbage outta his way as he went to where the antenna had been before deem lazy Dennison's had taken it. Sawed it right of the roof, leaving a little metal stump.

He opened the cigar box, taking out one o' da little round stinkbomb inside. He pulled a lighter outta his pocket, and flicked it a few times until he could light the fuse. He stood up, popping hs knuckles as he judged the wind. Carefully taking the old golf club in hand, he pulled back, and hit the stinkbomb as hard as he could. "D'ur,...Five!"

He sheilded the sun from his eyes with a hand as he watched the little stinker sail over the stream, hitting the roof of the Dennison's. It rolled down into the rusty old gutter, and fell down a pipie, falling out a hole in the side of the piping and hitting the windowstill before falling into the room used as a bedroom my most of them rotten neighbors. He watched as a small bit of brown smoke rose out the window, signalling the stink bomb, with a smell bad enough to kill a New York Sewer Rat, had indeed gone of.

"What dere ya know, the roof does break to da left. Cous'em Cletus wuz right."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She heard Dwayne yell out "Five!" And knew he was at it again, "Yur a pain in the backside Dwayne! Why dontcha go play in traffic or somethin'?!" She put down the shirt she was attempting to wash and picked up her shot gun. Aiming it at Dwayne she fired the rock salt at him. The spray hit the roofing tiles instead of Dwayne, but he sure as hell jumped down purdy fast.
She snickered and put the gun down, going back to warshin the damned stink outta her damned families clothes. She hung them up where ever, some over a torn out radiator and some on the clothes line. Which was just bailin wire anyways, but it worked for her.
She was bored, so she walked across the stream and up to the old trailer sittin' with some foreeen car on it. Leaning on the wheel well of the car, she snickered again, "Hey Bubba Sue.. you sure thems yur kin folk livin in dere?" She smiled brightly, flashing her pearly whites.

 

[geri]

Daisy Mae Dennison

Daisy Mae sat in the house before her best mirror. It was the one that only had one crack in it so it showed of her best profile. She was stringing ribbons through her hair and thinking that she had to ask Kitty to get her some more cause she already done wore all of the ones she had. The noises outside which had been not too bad at first were now interruptin' her daily beauty habits and that was just too much.

Standing, she threw her ribbons and comb down and began walking out the door only to stop and check her appearance one more time. Sliding the shoulders of her short blouse down and pulling her already tight shorts up to hug her ass better she smiled as she ran a hand through her golden hair. Never knew when you were gonna met a boy. Even a McClure boy would do in a pinch no matter what Kitty said about it. And, when Daisy Mae dared to meet with a boy from the other side of the stream Kitty always had lots to say about it. Kept telling her not to 'frat'nize wit tha enemy'. Now, if Daisy Mae could just figger out what that meant she might not piss her cousin off so much.

Sashaying up to and out the door she stood with hands on hips lookin' the place over. "Kitty!" She said turning her face up into a purty pout,"How do ya 'spect me to git all purtied up if'n ya keep up this noise? Lookin' ma best takes time, ya know! Ah caint feel good if'n Ah don' look good."

Spying one of the boys from across the stream she dropped the pout and smiled real wide and gave him a wink before going back to her cousin. "Caint ya just hold off on fightin' a bit til Ah finish? T'wont take me long, Ah promise."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She turned around to face her cousin, "Awww hell.. Daisy Mae.. done tolt ya.." She turned back towards Bobby Sue.. "You just keep yur hiney off ma prop-er-ty, got it?" She stormed back across THEIR crick, and marched up to the house, looking at her cousin she sighed, "Ya know.. dere is no time fur lookin purdy aroun' hea.. Besides.. yor just tryin' to nab one a those dern no good fur anythin' McClures! An if'n ya didnt notice dere makin' all the hubbub.." She caught one of her cousin's ribbons hangin' on the edge of her blouse. "An.. Oh hell wit it.. Just mind yur p's and q's and dont do gettin' knocked up with a brat from the enemies camp over yonder.. Ma wants ya to milk ol' bessie since Billy is too busy a wiff well.. his piggy.." She handed her cousin her fancy ribbon and patted her on the hiney, "git now.." smiling, Daisy one day would make a beeeeutiful miss Alabama.. She went back to her warshin' watchin the enemies for any trouble..

 

[geri]

Daisy Mae Dennison

"Aww, Kitty!" Daisy Mae grumbled as she took the pail,"Ya know Ah caint spell. Ah don know nothin' bout no "p's" nor "q's". And 'sides, a man's a man, ya'know. You might try purtying ya self up some. Then them fellers on ta other side o' tha crick might not wanna fight ya. They might wanna do sompun a bit quieter and more fun wit ya."

Taking the ribbon she sighed and headed off to the barn. "Ah hope Ah don' break a nail this time round. Ah had a devil of a time gettin' it back to where it twas sposed to be. That kin' o' thing can scar a girl if'n she don't know how to handle it none." Glancing over her shoulder she sent another smile over at tha men folk there and left makin sure to add a bit of a wiggle to her walk til she knew they couldn't see her no more.

Trudgin across the field she tried hard as she could not to step into nothin' that might ruin her shoes and entered the barn. Taking a look at the cow she bit her lip and fussed about. Callin' out to where she knew her cousin was somewhere close by tha animals she said,"Billy! Tell me agin' what part do Ah milk?" With any luck and a bit of a smile she might be able to talk Billy into doin' it for her.

 

[Forrester]

Martin McClure

Martin grimaced and pulled his hat over his eyes trying to block out the noise. It wernt no use, them dang Dennisons done ruined his nap and there wasnt no gettin back to it neither. And it had been such a loverly dream too. Some be-u-ti-ful woman was waitin on him hand and foot with plates of his fav-o-rite foods and now that loud mouf Kitty Dennison had ruined it all. He'd go give her a piece of his mind if it wernt such a long way from where he slung the hammock to the creek. And dont think slingin that hammock wasnt hard work either. It took him almost ten minutes of back breakin work to put it up. It was enough to make a man weary.

Settlin down he tried again to get back to his dream girl but finally had to give it up for loss. That did it! That Kitty was goin to get a piece of his mind even if it did mean walkin all that way. Gettin out of the hammock at more of a tumble than a jump Martin took a minute to look about and scritch his belly where the one strap of his overalls was broke and the front drooped down. He was gonna havta fix that one of these days. Right after he ran for pres-i-dent of These United States. With a smirk Martin rambled along toward the sound of two female voices. Bobby must be home from her...shudder...work.

Taking his time gettin to the creek he leaned against a tree all tuckered out and eyed Kitty. "Don you know how to do nothin but screech at the top of your lungs, Kitty Dennison? One day a bull moose is gonna come thru har and think it found it mate. Might not be to far off wit that thinkin either."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She didnna bat an eye and she didnna miss a beat.

"Why Martin McClure, are you sayin' ya wanna mate wif me?" She didn't let him say a word. "Why, I'll be durned... I's heard alotta things 'bout y'all, but a bull moose?" She giggled at Martin's confusied stare.
"dontcha wurry none Martin, I's purdy sure some day, sumpthin other than ol' Bessie will be just awailin' yur name..." She left it at that, giving him a saucy wink and with the shake of her tight little ass, she swung around and got back to her duties. She shoulda let him have it, she snickered. Then on second thought added, "An might not be yur own voice dis time.." She grinned wider than a rattle snake, but just as mean.
She seen Billy down by the stream dallying agin'.
"Billy! You gut yur hind end in gear afore Pa gits up and start's a yellin' at ya agin fer not doin' yur work!" She rubbed her nose and turned back to the laundry, pesky clothes anyways. Why did she have ta warsh every bodies crappy linens anywauys?
She glanced across DERE crick, givin' that McClure boy a sassy little grin, just darin' him to keep on a sassin' at her. She could dish it out awl day long.

 

[Shoty98]

Bobby Sue

"Well miss queen of cow pies, who chomps straw all day, least my rockin chair don't creek and groan when I set my kiester on down in it. And dam that be a might big load you be packin' round behind ya." I laughed as she waddled her way up the bank of our crick.

I stuck my finger in my mouth and pulled it on out again, checkin' for wind "Hey miss cotton mouth, you be a might wrong bout that stench, that be your breath and bod you smellin', take a bath yourself."

I had missed somethin' in all the hub-bub with Kitty, next thin I knew Dwayne was off round the back of the house and shoutin' five from the roof. I sheilded my eyes and wartched a small smokin' object flyin' through the air, it hit the roof of them darn Dennison's place and rolled on down the the gutter into a window.

"Dam....Dwayne hole in one your gettin good." Then a shot fired, making a sound ring out like someun' throw a hand full of gravel at the ol' barn. I din here a holler so I knew full well she was a bad shot an missed im. "Hey kitty....I reckon yous couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with that there aim of yurs. I snickered and walked away, runnin' into Martin. I bellowed with laughter at his remark to snooty pants cross the way

"I'd be a right fine choice, although.....I think she evin scare off a bull moose. I am off for a bit to take in a swim. See to it that there trash on the roof gets cleaned up purty like, but don't toss it out just yet, I got an idear." I gave Martin a grin and headed on in the house. Quickliy like I gathered the proper thins and headed for the pond, a nice long swim to take mu mind off them pesky Dennison's would be good.

I moseyed my way there whistlen' a tune, when I stopped it short, spottin' city boy Dennison settin' there beer in grasp and fishin' pole."Hee hee this aught to be sum fun." I whipered to myself. Quiet as a mouse I sneeked round the other side of the pond, settin' mu things down I pulled off my boots and unzipped them stuffy coveralls.

I waded in all quiet and dove down under the water, it took me a minute or two to find the end of hie fishin' line but when I had I attached it to an ol' boot on the bottom and tugged on the line. I felt it tug back slightly and tugged harder.....knowin' the next time he'd be tuggin his hardest I let go of the boot and surfaced to watch the sight.

I made it to the surface just in time to see him give a good yank on that there pole, sendin' the boot flyin' from the water and *smack* right in the middle of his mug. I was laughin' so hard I was almost cryin' at the look upon his face, splattered with mud and water drippin down. "Well....if it ain't sissy boy....er city boy Dennison, hows the fishin?" I laughed harder and made my way back to my thins to grab the soap.

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cin McClure

waking up was never my thing, but all that damned ruckus outside, who could sleep? Yawning and stretching, I climbed out of bed and slipped on a decently clean pair of jeans and a tshirt. "All this and brains too!" my favorite tshirt, said it all.

Walking outside I spotted Martin and Dwayne at it again with the freaks across the creek. Shaking my head I walked inside the main 'house' and started breakfast. Ma and Pa McClure were out of town or something, probably off buying more cattle for the farm since the Dennison's kept stealing theirs.

I stay out of that damned squabble as best I can, but damned if Kitty and her cousin Daisy don't keep dragging me into it. Glancing out the window, I watch as Bobby Sue makes her way towards the pond to bath. Don't they realize there is a damned tub out back? Shaking my head, I set to frying up some bacon and eggs.

Humming a tune I heard on the radio I bellowed up towards the roof, "Dwayne Get down here! Need some more eggs from the henhouse!" They want to eat something platable, they better listen up. Or I won't cook for them any longer. Tired of doing everything around here Ma should be doing.

Making sure not to get anything on my clean clothes I set the table and started dishing out some food. Now all I had to do was wait for Dwayne to bring in more eggs. Sighing heavily, I wondered if I would be here all day waiting?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

"Ooooooh she thinks shes sooooooooo smart!" Throwin' down the laundry she was warshin' she stomped after miss sassy pants down to the pond. She stopped short, where did that good fur nothin' McClure git to now? She heard Scott yell he got sumpthin and yanked hard ont he fishin' pole. Watchin' in surprise as a boot came flyin up inta his face. She 'bout died laughin'.
"Oh that waus a goodin'!" She grabbed her sides and laughed real hard like, until Scott turned and threw gunky mud at her.
"Why you lil' shit!" She stopped short agin' that nasty McClure was in her pond?!
"Gawd Dammit Bobby Sue git yur filthy flea ridden' arse outta mah pond! I'm not playin' around now ya hea! git out! damned fish all gunno dry up and die wit yur stank ass end in dere!"
Huffily, she walked around the poind, glaring with her hands on her hips. "I'ma gonna shoot ya one day woman! mark mah wurds!" She turned towards Scott, "You just git on home and stop gawkin' at the enemy ya horn dawg!"She walked over to the pier, tuggin off her own clothes. Strippin down to nothin' she jumped into the pond herself.
"Best be fur runnin' Bobby Sue 'afore I catcha ya and drown yur smarty pants mouth!" She didn't move, she was too busy tryin' to get that nast gunk Scott tossed at her outta her hair.
"Miseryable kin.. aint good fur nothin' but givin me grief and pissin in da wind!" She ignored Bobby Sue, "Scott! go git the lye soap, you got this nasty shiet all over may!"

 

[Forrester]

Martin McClure

Martin tried to scowl but it took too much energy to hold it so he stretched and yawned. "Lest ways my voice don cause the crows ta scatter and run for thays life. I swears I don know why no one ever thought a puttin yew in the cornfield. Ya might com up wit somepin sides that scraggly stuff ya'all call corn."

He looked over at her wash and chuckled,"Thats whar yor talents lie. It sure haint in warshin them thar clothes." He was startled out of his baitin contest when cousin Bobby Sue went an spoilt it by suggestin he...ugh...work.

"I'd really love ta do that, Bobby, really I wout but I...er...am havin ta hold up this har tree case it fall down on ta house. I'm sure Dwayne bein up thar anyways wouldn't mind doin that small chore for ya, t'all."

Calling up to where Dwayne sat pleased as punch with himself, Martin said,"Bobby Sue dun said ta gather up that there garbage the Dennisons pelted us with and save it for her. She got some kind a plan for ta fix them loudmouths."

Then Martin got a whiff of sometin on the air and sniffed in the de-lit-ful smells. "Seems someun dun figgered we needed breakfast. Cin, honey, that be you whats makin them mouth waterin smells? Don rekon yud be of a mind to bring yur cousin Martin a plate out har. I'm...er...busy out har."

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cin

Did I hear him right? Bring him a plate?! He must be on one of those lazy days. Wait, everyday was lazy day.
"Martin McClure! Git your ass in here, and get your own plate!" My eyes darkened as I grumbled, "of all the nerve thinking all females were put here to serve them food and wash their filthy messes..." I turned around and walked to the doorway.
"Martin... you want ol' Cin to wait on you hun?" I flashed him very naughty little grin.
"Then you get on up here and earn it boy! Because until you do earn it, you aren't going to be waited on hand and foot." looking down at him, I eyed him in his overall's, "And put something on under that will you? It's sinful the way you strut around half naked all the time. remind me of Billy over there.." indicating the Slobs next door by pointing the spatula.
My eyes slowly worked their way up his wide tall lean frame, too bad he was as pissy as an old lady and as dense as a tree, he would make a nice pillow. Cousin or not, he was a fit one. Dwayne wasn't half bad either. I was content for the day, the naughty little pictures flashing in my mind of all the fun i could have with these two. Well if Bobby Sue wasn't around that is, She always lectured me on behaving properly. Hell, she swore, scratched herself and tosses insults with the neighbor. Like she had any room to lecture me on lady like behavior.
"Come on in here Martin, keep me company cous..." I gave him a nice inviting smile.

 

[nightray]

Scott Dennison

I feel a big tug on my line I yell yahoo I got a bigin. I pole on the line as hard as I can and up comes an old muddy boot out of the water smacking me right between the eyes. I growl as I scrape mud off of my face. I scowl at Bobby as she surfaces laughing at me. I look behind me seeing my cuz holding her sides laughing at me to. I throw a thick glob of mud at her saying it's not one bit funny. I take a long swig of beer as I watch kitty strip out of her close diving in to the pond after Bobby telling her to get out of are pond. I lean back getting commutable as I watch the impending fight. I loved watching these two go at it especially when there both but ass naked. I throw the empty bear can over my shoulder rummaging for another. Debating on whether I should strip down and jump in after them.

 

[Forrester]

Martin McClure

"Earn it?" Martin's eyes opened fully for the first time in...well, days...and he looked up at Cin. "Taint that a bit like workin?" He said and then caught a full glance at his cuz and rethought things. keepin such a pritty thang company wasnt too much like work. Not nuff anywayz that he would balk at it. Rising he abandoned his "job" of holding up the tree and sauntered inside looking down at his attire. Now why couldn't Bobby Sue ask as nicely as Cousin Cin? He might even be inclined to think about goin on that rickity roof if she would put it as nice.

"S'long as ya don ask me ta do nuthin crazy like takin a bath I guess it's okay," He said as he went inside and moved in behind Cin. "Whut ya got in mind fer me to do first? An make sure it aint too stressin I'm still recoverin from puttin up the hammock this mornin."

 

[poohlive]

Billy reached for the trashcan, running like mad to the house. Now how could he have forgotten? Oh, no wait, it could have happened pretty easily. He wasn't very smart, as smart people go, and he was never good at keeping rituals down, except for feeding and watering the animals.
Which was already done by the way, if Kitty would spend half of the time she used at yelling for everyone else to work and just stick to her own duties, life would just be that much easier. Honestly, it was already breakfast time and she didn't even have the laundry done.
Not that he had time to complain, or he would. He never talked back to his elders, and she was an elder. Besides that, she would probably yell at him and then make him do the laundry.
He ran inside, going into the now smoke filled room (which everyone except for Shoty failed to notice) and threw the smokebomb into the can. After putting the lid on, he shook his head.
It stunk to high heaven. Holding his nose, Billy walked out with the semi foaming can.
"Good one," he muttered under his breath. He knew he wass upposed to hate the McClure's, but some of them weren't half bad.
He would have thought about it more, but just then he heard someone calling his name. Out in the barn? Was it Bessie? Did his wish come true? Could she finally talk?
With a huge grin he ran through the barn doors, only to see his cousin holding a bucket and looking at the cow like it was some sort of high tech computer.
"Oh, Daisy, it's you. I thought it was someone else," he gave a half glance to the pig, who was milking her young. The little piglets didn't know yet, so Billy didn't want to hurt their feelings.
"What's wrong Daisy, is it the cow again?"
He shook his head, putting the bucket under the cow's groin, "I told you, you just have to tug real hard at the udders down here and..."
He let go, looking under the cow.
Wait.
That wasn't a cow, it was a bull.
He stood up, wiping his hands off on his overalls and taking the bucket up to one of the female ones.
"Well, just like I showed you before. It isn't that hard at all, just takes some practice, oh, and be gentle. They might be cows, but those are nipples you are tugging at. If you had some tugging tugging your pair, at least you'd want him to be gentle."
Billy rubbed his eyes, finally getting rid of the sleep. What a morning it was turning out to be.

 

[geri]

Daisy Mae Dennison

Daisy Mae smiled happily as Billy came in and relieved her of the dull duty of figuring out where the milk came from. Watching with feign interest, Daisy sat down on a bail of hay to watch him do her work for him as he 'instructed' her how to do it. "Oh, Billy!" She sighed as she began to twist and braid her blonde hair,"Ya are so smart! Ya just know bout everthin when it come to an'mals. I dunt think Ah'll ever get it. Ah'm soooo glad Ah have ya around ta help lil ol' me." She smiled her best smile and then giggled as he talked of someone pullin her nipples hard or soft.

"Sur nuff," She said behind her hand, her eyes alight,"It been done both ways and Ah caint say as I have a prefrence. Just 'pends on tha mood Ah guess." Sitting back and stretching her long legs she watched Billy fill the buckets for her every once in awhile throwing him a grateful smile or a fake interested look as he continued to 'larn' her the ropes.

 

[poohlive]

Billy wiped the sweat off of his brow, finally finishing with the last bucket. No one ever said having a cousin would be easy, at least he was lucky enough for her to come here though. Before she came, this was his job. He had a helluva time doing this each and every morning.
"Come on, I'll take it back for you to the house. Ma should have breakfast ready, if the house has been fully aired out yet."
He carefully picked up the two buckets, trying his hardest not to have both of them spill all over him, or Daisy, or the ground. Ma didn't like it when she hasn't gotten her daily milk.
Straining, he nodded, "Ok, all set then."

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cin

this thing hates me

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cin

Turnin' towards Martin, I gave a loud sigh. "It wont hurt ya none to git your bare ass in a tub and wash once in awhile. Maybe you would get married if you just cleaned up a bit cousin." flipping some pancakes over and set a heaping plate full on the table.
"Since you can't cook worth a shit, go down tot he pond and get Bobby Sue. She'll be hungry about now, and tell the two fiddling in the barn breakfast is ready. That isnt asking too much. Then later perhaps you'll share that nice hammock with me?" giving him a wicked grin and scrambled up more eggs.

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

He jumped offen that roof like it was on fire! Damn Dennison's, shooting at him. Mighta hit, too, iffen they weren't such poor shots. After a few minutes, he went in the house, still holding the rusty golf club, and carefully carrying a basket with all the eggs that had been laid by the chickens. Lucky for him the Dennison's hadn't thought to steal 'em yet.

"Here ya go, Cin. The eggs ya wanted. And as fer you, Martin, you'll do the chores yer given and like it! This ain't no dirict d-dem-democroaricy, when you can choose what dern jobs ya gotta do. Dis 'ere be a monarchemoloy, an' Bobby Sue done be in charge. Ya'll work when yer told. Well, Cin, what's that might fine smellin' food you gotta cookin' up in 'ere?"

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cin

Smiling, "thank you Dwayne for getting me the eggs. Now you two don't start fightin' in the house. Last time you both broke off the front door and were in bed for a week. So no more of this. You hear me?" I watched the two closely, making sure they understood by point clearly, and were not going to start wrastlin'.. wrestling in the house. Damn it was hard not to slip back around my kin with the speach problem.
Moving to the table, I sat down and dished up my plate. I wasn't going to wait forever for the family to join me.
"Martin, after breakfast why dont you come out back and help me with the washing?" That would get him semi clean, whether he knew it or not. "And Dwayne, why don't you go and catch some fish for supper? That way Bobby Sue wont be irritated with us when she gets home from the pond." I told the boys to sit and join me, "Ma and Pa aren't back from the county fair yet.. So it's just us young McClures' here for awhile, and do stop fighting with the neighbors..you want them to stop? Marry the damned girls and the fueding will stop.. Simple logical explanation...' I stopped short, they gave me a total look of disgust, and confusion. "well it was an idea... Eat your grub and get the chores done, And EVERYONE is bathing.. Even If I Have to make you do it!" Breakfast done, I put the dishes in the sink and wandered outside to get the washing tub out and filled with warm water.

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

He grunted, and prepared himself a plate of food. With some semblance of table manners, he managed to eat enough food to settles down his appetite, and then stretched as he stood up, smacking Martin over the head with his golf club. "C'mon, ya sloth, ge' up and git ta work."

He went outside, grabbing a bucket, fishin' pole, and a sharpened stick as he set out for the pond to try and catch some fish, grumbling all the time. "Why I hav' ta go fishin'? Dis is right up Martin's alley. Sittin' 'round fer hours, not a'movin'."

 

[geri]

Daisy Mae Dennison

Daisy jumped up and gave Billy a smile and a big ol' kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Billy, yew are such a treasure. Ah don know what Ah'd a'done witout ya. One o' these days Ah'ma gonna learn how to milk thet thar cow and it will be thanks ta yew."

With a flounce she bounced out of the barn and toward the house just in time to see Dwayne with a fishing pole and some bait headed for the pond. With a smile of mischief on her face she moved across the porch and peered at him from around the clothes that Kitty had just washed.

"Oh, Dwayne!" She called out stepping around the clothes to sashay down the porch. "Don tell me yew is goin fishin all by yurself. Taint that a borin way to spend the day wit a pole in tha water and nothin to look at cept tha clouds?" She walked closer to the creek but stayed on her side of it. "Mit be a bit more interestin with tha rite comp'ny. If'n yew knew who ta ask ta tag 'long wit yew."