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smellyTopic: "De Tar-Ball Baby" (6)
Joel Chandler Harris was once the Editor of THE ATLANTA CONSTITOTION, and also spent time served as Mayor of the City of Atlanta. His home is known as The Wren's Nest, and it is open daily for tours. If you go, be sure and call ahead and ask about "Story Time." Tell them Frodo sent you.
With apologies and appreciation, Frodo submits a cacophony of the actual with the fictional. Perhaps you may laugh, in the midst of something too horrible to think about this evenin'.
"Didn't the Republicants never destroy the country, Mister Frodo?"
"They come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you born. Brer Cheney went to work en got dem some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a contrapshun wat he call a Tar-Ball, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Ball and spred it all along da beaches, and den he lay off in de bushes fer to see wat wuz gwine ter be. Bimeby here come Brer Obama pacin down de shoreline--lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity. Brer Cheney, he lay low."
"Good morning, nice weather we're having," said Brer Obama.
Tar-Ball ain't sayin' nuttin'. Brer Cheney he lay low.
"Is there something wrong?," said Brer Obama.
Tar-Ball sed nuttin', Brer Cheney lay low.
"I say, are you deaf? I can speak much louder if that will help," said Brer Obama.
Tar-Ball stay still, en Brer Cheney, he lay low.
"Are you refusing my attempts at bipartisanship?'" said Brer Obama.
Brer Cheney chuckle in his stummuck, and de Tar-Ball sed nuttin'.
"I am going to complete my agenda to benefit all the people, and if you don't want to discuss the issues, then I will push you out of the way," said Brer Obama.
Tar-Ball stay still, en Brer Cheney, he lay low.
Presently, after axin him many times, Brer Obama he reach back and push de Tar-Ball wid all his might. His fisses got caught in dat Tar-Ball. De tar hilt him. Tar-Ball sed nuttin', Brer Cheney lay low.
"If you don't let loose of our wetlands and our beaches, and let our people get back to work, I'm going to kick you out of the way," said Brer Obama. Tar-Ball ain't sayin' nuttin', en Brer Cheney he lay low.
De Tar-Ball den hilt him on and soon Brer Obama lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Cheney, he lay low. Den Brer Obama squall at de Tar-Ball en den he butt him crank-sided en den his hhead got stuck too.
Brer Cheney, he sauntered fort', lookin' jez as innercent as wunner yo mammy's mockin'birds.
"Howdy, Mister President. You look like you're stuck," sez he, en laft en laft tewel he couldn't laff no mo.
"Did the Republicants destroy everything?, Mr. Frodo."
"Dat's all de fur de tale goes. Dey mout and dey mout not."
