Quoted By:
So we been breakin' bucks for 'bout three generations. Mos' times the breakin' sticks. The buck don't give you no mo' problems. But sometimes... sometimes... well, sometimes you gets a PECULIAR buck. This one buck, well... he was the peculiar type. He, uh... well, he would ac' up, but he wouldn't e'en try to hide it. Seem like e'ry week he'd be feignin' ta nap on pickin' duty, but with one eye open all coy-like; or he'd nick the Missus's molasses pie off the winda sill; or-or-or he'd sit his field ass right there on the front po'ch, bold as anyt'ing! E'ry week he'd be doin' SOMETHIN' mischievous in plain damn view o' the Ovaseeah! Ovaseeah'd call out to the buck, "Gichyo' black ass on ovah to the breakin' barn!" This buck's eyes'd light up, an' 'fore you could whistle dixie, he'd be in that barn. This buck'd run to that breakin' barn like it was a cool stream on a hot August day in Georgia. Hell, it got so bad, this buck'd TELL ya what kin' o' mischief he was gon' git his coon ass up ta. He hadn't even DONE nothin' yet! He'd skip on ovah to the barn an' holla out, "Come on, Massa, this buck ain't gon' break hisself!"
Jus' downright peculiar...
