I told a youngin last night, “You ought not let Granny here you say that.”
Granny Oakley’s brother knew not to mess with her. She was fixin to fling lead his way.
She swears she hates guns, and football.
I reckon I believe her.
Granny didn’t know at time it was her brother trying to play a joke on her and she got the rifle.
My uncle went in Army. But he ain’t got a thing on Granny.
My uncle said, “We better fess up who we are or she will shoot us.”