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The center of activity is Mama Mouton's Snack Bar and Exxon Station.
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Photo showing infestation on page 18.
Mr Gatreaux related this story to me about his
encounter.....
"Dis ol' cajun done seen de devil
dis morning, I garontee.
I brought myself outta
de
bed dis morning, before de sun com up and had me a
cup of hot chickory
cafe.
I say to myself, Maurice, you go down de bayou in yo
pirogue and cotch yourself some of dem good mud cats.
Mama Mouton need dem to make de gumbo.
'bout
dat time i dun hear a terrible racket out on de dock
an I sez, Maurice, you betta look from de window and
see wat dat is.
So I look from de window and almost
poo
poo!.
Mais!,
Dere
stood de tallest,greenest, meanest looking giant
cajun, I ever did seen.Him wus glowin dis green colur
what make de swamp lite up lak de day time.
I
know
he one mean cajun 'caus he be pickin he teeth wit a
gator tail and, mais!, it still had de live gator on
de udder end.
He had him udder hand full of my prize okra pods dat
I was using to feed dem petit red tong babettes,
(you city folk done call " Little Red Tongue Okra
ClusterBugs)", Dem petit red tong babettes tast jus
lak chikin, you know.
Dat big cajun done eat
up almos my whole patch.
Den I gots to
tinking So I sez, Maurice,
mebbe dem little red tong babettes is what cause dat
ugly ting to grow so big.
I know he skin done
look lak dat slimey green gumbo,
dats been cook too long.
I gets out dat kodak camera, I won at de Bingo Parlor
last year.
Him was fixin to hed back in de
swamp
and I gets me a pictue tru my window of dat
gros cajun
Den I gets outta my shack and brings myself down
here faster dan a chankachank on a Saty nite.Mais,
I'm tell you, I aint go back to Bayou
Pompideux, til dat ting is gone!
Here dat pitcure I done took."
At this point, Mr. Gatreux cut off the interview,
saying he had to go meet Henri Lebec to get hisself
anudder bottle of dat bon new walla wine ol' Henri
mak
las week .
Photo on page 21
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.
The Environmental Protection Agency has recently
completed a thorough investigation of the
wildlife mutations discovered in Bayou
Pompideux.
Dr. Roy Jenkins, Chief
Frogologist, after exhaustive research, indicated
serious
damage is possible to the Frog Leg Industry that
constitutes 38% of the Bayou Pompideux
economy.
An anonymous employee, identified as
Bouregard Grenouille
, told Dr. Jenkins he first noticed the
mutations, just after Henri Lebec started making
walla wine, a local libation, that is known for
it's strange side effects.
(Just ask Maurice
Gatreux).
Because of the EPA concerns, and the detrimental effect on the Frog Leg Industry, Pierre Pascal, Mayor of Bayou Pompideux Parish has implemented an ordinance to help control this problem. The ordinance prohibits the leaving of half empty bottles of walla wine in or near the waters of Bayou Pompideux, or any other area, where the frog population will have easy access to it.
Anyone caught disposing walla wine in these areas will be arrested and will be subject to a $9.38 fine and 78 days in jail.
See comparison photos
on page
17.
Warning: Due to content, viewer discretion is
strongly advised.
I gonna tell yo bout dem two dum cousins I got.
Dey names be Gaston and Henri Boudreux. Gaston done told me bout dem goin
up tu Beaux Bridge las Satty nite for de fais do do at
Mullates danc hall.Ol Henri Lebec dun sold
dem tre bottles o dat walla wine an you know whut
dat stuff can do tu yo brain.
On de way bac to Bayou Pompideux, dey dun see dis
pig walkin down de hiway, lak he wus goin sum
place.
Henri dun look in de mirror an see dem blue lites a flashin an say, Gaston, yo dam fool, now we gonna spend de nite in de jailhous fo sure.
Dat policemans walk back to his car an tells his podna, Now, I seen sum ugly cajuns befo, but Mais, dat Oink Boudreaux, he gotta be de uglist cajun I ever did seen, I garontee.
Dey
frum my mamas side o de fambly, you know. and dey
dum as a possum tryin tu cross de hiway
Won o dese days, de gonna en up in de jail house,
I garontee.
I don tink dey
hav much brain to mess up enyway, you know.
Gaston say, Henri, we gonna giv dat pig
a lif an brought him down tu Bayou Pompideux wif
us an invite him tu a barbecue, I garontee.
Now Henri gotta little mo sense dan his brudder,
so he say, Gaston you fool,dat pig belong to
sumbody roun here an dey put yo in de jail hous
when you steal dat pig.
Gaston say, now
Henri, I dun mak up my mind an can tast dem ribs
awreddy.Mais oui!
So dey sets dat pig tween dem on de fron seat o
de pickup an broughts dem self tu Bayou
Pompideux.
Dat Gaston wuz goin licky de split
down dat hiway an sho nuff, dem hiway patrolsmen
dun say, Mais, look at dem fools speedin dere. We gonna
gets dem, I garontee.
Now Gaston say, hush up brudder an puts yo cote round dat pig an yo ball cap on dat pigs hed an be polite to dem policemens when dey stop us.
Won o dem policemans walk up tp Gastons windo and sez, whuts yo name boy? I Gaston Boudreux, sir, frum Bayou Pompideux and dis are my two brudders. So de policemans rite down
"Gaston Boudreux".
He look across de fron seat and sez, you over dere, whuts yo name boy? I Henri Boudreux, sir. De policemans rite down,
"Henri Boudreux".
Den de policemans take a long look, at de won in de middle, and say, you in de middle, whuts yo name boy? Now Gaston poke dat pig reel good in de ribs an dat pig say "OINK".
De Policemans jus shake his hed and rite down
"Oink Boudreux"
Den de policemans sez, yo boys gets yo butts on down to Bayou Pompideux an don be speedin tru here no mo. Ol Gaston sez yessir, Mr. Policemans, I do dat rat now.
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During our conversation, I asked Maurice how his wife, Desiree, was getting along.
Upon hearing the question, he had a look on his face, that either portrayed remorse or relief.
I would describe it as a sarcastic grin, with a touch of a smile. It's hard to read Maurice's thoughts, when he is sober.
He then began his latest tale.....
" Well, Mr reporter Man, I guess yo don no bout me spendin de las 78 days in de jail hous.
Dat no good sheriff,Bubba Broussard, dun caught me down on de bayou, gigging me som of dem big ol bull frogs, dat he say was out o seesun. Now everbody know, dem frog legs tase good in any seesun.
He den brought me to ol judge Pierre Broussard. Dat's de sheriffs poppa, you no.
He tel de judge bout me gigging dem frogs an den dat fool say I was spillin my walla wine in de bayou. Now you no, I aint gonna spill no walla wine, dat stuff tu good to waste.
Well dat judge say Maurice,I no gonna fine you for giggin dem frogs, bein yo nice enough tu giv dem frog leg to me an Bubba, but you dun broke de Mayor's Ordenancy, spillin dat walla wine in de bayou. and I got's to fine yo $9.38 an put you in de jail house fo 78 days.
I say, judge, I aint never brok nuttin dat belong tu de mayor, except mebbe, de handle on dat ol grubbin hoe, he lone me las year.
But I no you don wanna hear all dis,Mr. Reporter Man, so I tells you bout my wife, Desiree.
Well it's som good news and som sad.
De good news, she dun up an run away wit a travelin Tabasco Salesman, whil I in de jail hous....De sad news, dey dun tuk all my walla wine wit dem. Ol Henri Lebec say he wont hav nun cooked up till nex Satty. Dats why I not drunk rat now, I garontee.
Gaston Lebreaux say he dun see Desiree las week, livin up in Shreveport an wurkin as a bar tender at Jaques Honky Tonk and Funeral Parlor.
I not say she big, but when we got marry, her mama mak her weddin dress outta tu o dem army surplus parachute, she buy at de army an navy suplus stow in Baton Rouge.
One good ting. I lak bout dat woman was she a dam fine jole blon an could dance de chankachank all nite long. Only problem, she so big, when she dance de chankachank, her body wus still dancin five minute after de music stop.
Dats de place dat can gets you high or gets you low.
I don no how she wurk behin de bar, caus she so big, dey hav to move de bar out annuder six feet, so she can squeeze in dere.
Now I dun tawk tu long, so I gotta go and hep ol Henri mak dat bon walla wine.
By de way, here de pictur I tuk o dat woman las year. when I won dat Kodak camra at de bingo parlor. Truble wus, she tu big tu fit in de pictur.