Scene: 2 big, fat bullfrogs on a log, ’bout near sunset in a swamp down near Pigsuckle Holler… Wearin’ straw hats if’n you imagine ’em to:
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Bub: Hey, Luther?
Luther: Yeah Bub…
Bub: Uh, Don’t look now but Betty-Lou’s comin’ this a-way.
Luther: (Distressed) Uh oh … she smilin’ or scowlin’?
Bub: Oh, she’s a scowlin, like a hound dog that ain’t had no supper. Better go hide under that patch o’ cat tails.
(Splashing noise)
Betty-Lou: LUTHERRRRRRRRRRR! Where you at you ole bug-eyed toad!?
Bub: I ain’t seem ’em Betty Lou,
Betty-Lou: Well I don’t ‘spose you’d tell me if you did now, would you?
Bub: You know me, Betty-Lou, I don’t like to mix with no family squabbles.
Betty-Lou: Well you tell ’em when you see ’em that I had to go to momma’s, and i’ll be back ’round midnight … you hear?
Bub: Alright, Betty-Lou, I’ll let ’em know.
(flopping noises from a jumping frog moving away)
Luther: (whispers) She gone? I hope she don’t hear me.
Betty-Lou: (From a distance) LUTHERRRRR!!!!!, I knew you was there, I’m gonna tan your hide!
Luther: Uh Oh… (Splash and fast swimming noises…going away from mic.)
