Sum gud ‘ol white folk from up North jus come down ter the ‘ol plantation. Deys real nice. A lil stupid but nice. Jon n Annie dey names is. Annie just love my stories. Eats em right up I tell ya. Get dis, the other day I tol her bout ma ol friend Sandy from ma plantation days. See ol Sandy use ta get sent roun a lot and boy did he hate it. Al da time he say he wish he cud jus change and run away so he cud stop havin a leave all da time. Sumtimes I joke and says he cud becum a tree. Ya know cuz a tree ain got no legs so it ain goin nowhere. He wud always laff n say maybe one day.

When I tol miss Annie bout the story, I figure I might well turn him inta a tree. Why not hav a lil fun? Plus I wanted ta see jus how easy I cud fool er. Well anyway Annie always get a lil to into ma stories. I can make em up for days if I had ta. All it takes a lil real life and a lil maginashun. When I tol her bout Po Sandy I aint thank she wuz gon believe it all! Even I aint dat dumb.

John thank Annie pay me to much mine and I thank he right. Not that I’m complainin’. I jus got me and my frends a new church. Wonder what gon happn if I tell her the house is haunted nex.

 

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