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    Let’s Play Some Football – (Chapter: Pigs Feet, Sheep, and Bloody Hands)

    Story written on December 8, 2007 by Cinwin.
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    Ashley gets used to country life, and meets Spencer again.

    Ashley: "Kyla come on can’t this tractor go any faster?"

    Kyla: "Goin as fast as possible Ash. Now bout what I told you bout the carlin’s-"

    Ashley: "Yeah yeah, don’t make fun of her."

    Kyla: "Well yeah, but don’t go runnin off at the mouth. The Carlin’s get along on what they got so-"

    Ashley: "They’re poor? Are you kidding me?"

    Kyla: "We don’t use the word poor Ash. They do just fine."

    Ashley looked to the side of her. In the wide open fields she could see a bunch of cows.

    This is my home now.

    Kyla: "You alright?"

    Ashley felt the tractor make a sudden turn onto the farm. She held onto her stuff as the road became rough.

    Kyla: "Okay, now Grandma said she’d be back in a while so-"

    Ashley: "Where’d she go?"

    Kyla: "To sell the milk of course."

    The tractor came to a halt in front of a giant red barn.

    Kyla: "Now watch out for them dogs, they aint to sure bout you yet. Specially after ya went and fed’m that nasty city food of yours."

    Ashley: "It was a hot dog."

    Kyla: "Uh-huh. You go head and stick to that story."

    Kyla jumped off of the tractor and opened up the barn.

    Kyla: "You can go head and get off now Ash!"

    Ashley jumped off of the tractor with her stuff in her hand. She started to walk up to the house. It was pretty big. Two levels and a basement. Ashley walked up the porch stairs and set her stuff down next to the porch swing. She lifted her head and sniffed the air. Kyla must’ve left something on the stove. She opened up the screen door and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, a big pot of something was boiling on the stove. Just then, Kyla came into the kitchen.

    Kyla: "Supper will be done soon."

    Ashley: "You mean Dinner."

    Kyla: "No, I mean supper."

    Ashley: "*sigh* What’s in the pot?"

    Kyla opened up the pot and grabbed a fork to poke into it. What she pulled out made Ashley jump.

    Ashley: "Kyla!"

    Kyla: "what?"

    Ashley: "What the Hell is that?!"

    Kyla: "Pig feet Ash. You know that big fat one you saw yesterday in the pin? Well Grandma thought I oughta take care of it. Ya see, All I had to do was-"

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    3. she said she didn’t do it, i bet someone else did it and she came upon it and now she’s afraid ash is going to think she did it when all she did was try to help…or she did it…lol pms

    6. she said she didn’t do it, i bet someone else did it and she came upon it and now she’s afraid ash is going to think she did it when all she did was try to help…or she did it…lol pms

    7. so I grew up on a farm and I know quite a few country people but truth be told no one really talks like that, I mean honestly people might in like unknown parts of Alabama, just sayin, I’m not saying anything bad at all, your a great writer one of the best, and you always have great stories.

    8. so I grew up on a farm and I know quite a few country people but truth be told no one really talks like that, I mean honestly people might in like unknown parts of Alabama, just sayin, I’m not saying anything bad at all, your a great writer one of the best, and you always have great stories.

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