Mudd, we gatta fech us up sum vittles fer supper cuz dinner iz lunch round here and ther Aint gonna be no poke for tha salad ifen we dont fech up some. Don't fergit to brang tha possum ya shot this mornin, thatn's nice an fat, he's goona make a mitey fine pot a stew.
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