So, things ain't goin' the way that I reckoned they would. Way back a coupla weeks ago, I was keepin' my head down on account that I figured that I wasn't welcome. Then, the other day , I was just hunkerin' down on some goobers, mindin' my own business and along comes that Hill Billy One guy. I think that he's gonna be all riled up since I had left one of the guest rooms that I was a'spossed to be workin' on all cattywampus. (I had me a hankerin' for some goobers, so I took a bit of a break.) But no! He was hunky dorey. He even recognized me an' called me by name. Can you beleive it? We exchanged a few kind words and he went on his way, happy as a clam. Something's definitely not right with that one.
Oh, and that reminds me. 'member that box that me and Ol' Bill found on the truck the other day? Well, I was a larkin' the other day and found it in one of the back rooms. It was all chained up, so I couldn't get into it. Since it was real late at night, I skittered over to Ol' Bill's tent cuz he shoulda been laid out. Problem is, he weren't there. Now Ol' Bill's not one to stay out too late, so this was peculiar. I asked 'round this morning, and nobody's heard him 'round recently. Exceptin' one person. The foreman Adam says that Ol' Bill just took off a few nights back and he won't be back. Now, that ain't right neither. Ol' Bill wouldn't just leave his stuff behind. Something ain't right and Adam knows what's what.
On the plus side, I get to keep what's in the box for myself. Now, if I can only find some quiet time when nobody's around to git into the box by my lonesome....
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