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Uncle Fossill and the Jar of Home Brew

Story ID:7316
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2011
Person:Self
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Now We all know that although Uncle Fossill is very well known up there in Podunk Tennesee for His MoonShine making abilities,the fact is that Uncle Fossill very seldom drinks His own product,however He has,on occassion been known to sample a bit,just to see if the taste is right,on this perticular morning,as the Sun was coming up,Aunt Flossie Mae missed Him at breakfast."Now whare in tarnation could that old cantankerous Scallawag be at this time of the morning?" She wondered out loud,"I done tole hiz Ole Self yestiddy thet I was agonna need Him ta help me wrang those ole overalls out of hiz'n after I warshed em!"
Aunt Flossie Mae decided to go down to the Barn and see if Uncle Fossill was down there milking Old Bess their milk cow,as She entered the Barn,She saw Uncle Fossill just finishing a jar of His "Stomach Medicine" a dark brown licquid that Uncle Fossill was famouse for in and around Podunk,there were several empty fruit jars scattered on the dirt floor of the old Barn.
"Wal Fossill",She exclaimed,"Drunk again!"
Uncle Fossill peered at Her through some what bleary eyes and said in a long drawl,"Yeppp, Flossie Mae,Me too."
Bob Mitchum