Where are we goin'?

Today, George and me, we had to go an' leave again. I don't understand very much why George was so shaky--you'd think we was in a rush. All I want'd to do was jes' touch the soft red dress.

That lady sure did scream a lot. Maybe she had ants'n her behind or somethin'; otherwise, I dunno why she was so darn scared. She got so scared that, heck, it made ME scared. All I remember is that George hit me in the head with somethin', and I calmed down a bit after that.

But, next thing you know, George and I, we was runnin' away from a very angry group of people--a 'lynching mob' or somethin. We got to this wet ditch, and then nobody was followin' us no more.

I think George was a bit mad, but he was okay again after a while--tellin' me we was gonna work in another place again.

I was really thirsty, so I started drinkin' some water--but the water dint' really make me feel good. But, while I was drinking offa water, I found this cute lil' mouse by the road.

Ain't he somethin'? He was really soft, too!