HAMBO.
I don’t see no birds.
JOE.
Oh, the feathers flew off on de birds.
LIGE.
I don’t see nothin’ but dat bone. Look lak you done kilt a cow and et ’im raw out in de woods.
JOE.
Don’t y’all know dat hock-bone?
WALTER.
How you reckon we gointer know every hock-bone in Orange County sight unseen?
JOE.
(Standing the bone up on the floor of the porch) Dis is a hock-bone of Brazzle’s ole yaller mule.
(General pleased interest. Everybody wants to touch it.)
BRAZZLE.
(Coming forward) Well, sir! (Takes bone in both hands and looks up and down the length of it) If ’tain’t my ole mule! This sho was one hell of a mule, too. He’d fight every inch in front of de plow … he’d turn over de mowing machine … run away wid de wagon … and you better not look like you wanter ride ’im!
LINDSAY.
(Laughing) Yeah, I ’member seein’ you comin’ down de road just so … (He limps wid one hand on his buttocks) one day.
BRAZZLE.
Dis mule was so evil he used to try to bite and kick when I’d go in de stable to feed ’im.