Mr Gatreaux related this story to me about his
latest encounter....
Now you not gonna believ dis,Mr.Reporter man, but
dere's anudder big ugly critter out on Bayou
Pompideux!.
Las Satty mornin', I brung myself out back to my
shed,
to gits me some of dat walla wine,dat mak you wanna
do de chankachank all nite long. I keeps it in de
shed cause dat stuff's too dangerous to keep in de
shack, you know.
I looks in de shed and Mais!, I almos poo poo.
I
sez, Maurice, som ting done broke in you shed and
drunk six bottles of dat walla wine, ol' Henri sell
you...
I bet dat no good Gaston Thibedeaux dun
slip
in here an stole my walla wine. Look at all dem empty
bottles on de floor.
Den, on Mondy nite, I hears a
big racket down in de shed.
Mais!, dis time I
almos poo poo fo sure.
I see de ugliest critter
running back in de swamp wit two mo bottles of my
walla wine. I garontee, it not ol' Gaston
Thibedaux,at all.
Dat ugly critter look lak a giant chickin,wit green
fedders an wit a long 'gator tail an a long nek wit a
hed lak a snappin' turtle.
It don hav no wings,
insted it hav arms lak a gator an hands wit big
claws.
Mais!, I tink if I see one more ting lak dat ugly
chikin or dat giant cajun,I see las month,
I
gonna move way up Nawth, mebbe as far as
Tennessee.
Mama Mouton started sellin' dat walla juice, and old
Henri Lebec
found out, dat if you stuffed dem okra poda and dem
petit red tong babettes, (you city folk done call
"Little Red Tongue Okra ClusterBugs)", in a barrel of
it, it mak de bes wine dis ol' cajun ever drink, I
garontee.
You know...when ol Henri sell me dat fust bottle of
walla wine las month...dats about de same time, I
begin to see all dem
critters on de bayou.
I know you not gonna believe me so las night, I
rigged up dat Kodak Camra, dat I won at de Bingo
Parlor, wit a trip wire lak I catch dem rabbits
wit.
When dat critter got in my shed to git my
walla wine, it hit dat wire and mais!, here dat
pitcur of de ugly ting.