Back in my days young  boys like you was slaves. They would find their way over to my little hut and say Miss Lucia the white man taking away my baby or Miss Lucia I wish I could hide so good in the forest  so not even the dogs can’t find me, just like I turned into a tree or Miss Lucia this or that. And I say my goopher so strong that not even masters whip can beat it and before you know it the baby not going nowhere and the boy so hidden that we all we find is a tree. If I was there I’d set up such a strong goopher to touch every one of them goopher officials so that they always remember to keep up with the welfare.

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