We ambles over and looks up at the critter’s soles.
“Mister Ames,” orates Telescope, “I’m obliged to make yuh used to Muley Bowles. He’s the sylph-like critter in woolly chaps. That one with the sad, horse-faced features is Chuck Warner, the anti-George Washington of Yaller Rock County, and the other person down there is Henry Peck. They’re all harmless.
“Bunch, this is Mister Archibald Ames, who is to be with us for a spell.”
“I’m pleased to meet yuh,” smiles Archie.
“You ought to be,” agrees Muley. “It ain’t often that we shows this much interest in a stranger. What seems to bring yuh hither?”
“I brung him,” states Telescope. “Mister Ames is looking for local color. Sabe?”
“What’s he done, and is he wanted by Federal, State or county?” asks Chuck, serious-like, wiggling his ears.
Chuck can wiggle his ears just like a mule.
“Done what?” grunts Telescope. “Chuck, you boob, don’t yuh know what local color is?”
“I’ll bite,” grins Chuck. “Go ahead and spring it, Telescope.”