A two-parter from Ann-Louise.
76-year-old Maudie looked out of her one room shack at the stranger standing beside her well. “I don’t have a good feelin’ about this one,” Maudie thought as she walked out to talk to her visitor.
“What’re you doing out here?” Maudie asked.
“Well, ma’am, I’m the well inspector, and this here’s a illegal well. You ain’t got no permit. That’s a $500 fine.”
“I ain’t never seen $500 in my life!”
“I din’t tell nobody I was comin’ here, so there’s no record. If you got $50, there won’t be no record. That’s $50 a month, by the way.”
Part II
Maudie’s husband came through the door.
“Jethro, a inspector come today. Better get him out the well ‘fore he makes the water taste. He’s a fat one; he’ll be floatin’.”
“What’ll I do with him?”
“Drag him up yonder and push him over above that black bear den.”
“Maudie, I barely made it with the last one. Ain’t as spry as I once was.”
“Let me think on it. Hmmm. Them coyotes still comin’ round the hen house at night?”
“Yup.”
“Drag him over there.”
“It’ll still be hard if he’s as big as you say.”
“I’ll get the ax.”