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Uncle Fossill Tells Me A Fairy Tale

Story ID:7938
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Fiction
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2012
Person:Self
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Once,long ago when I was a small child,I was sent to stay with My Uncle Fossill up in Podunk Town Ship for the Summer,Podunk TownShip is located up in Podunk County Tennessee,tucked away back in the Mountains and impossible to find on any current map of the U.S.A.
At any rate,there I was,right smack in the middle of the woods with people I hardly knew and a bit home sick for the big city of Atlanta Georgia.As I went to bed the first night I asked my Uncle Fossill if he knew any stories to tell me,he replied that yes,he knew a few,so I asked him if he knew the story of the three bears.Naw Boy (Uncle Fossill has always called me Boy)but I know tha story of the Three Possums,he said.Three Possums? Uncle Fossill,I dont even know what a Possums is! Wal Boy,when I git thru a tellin yew this here story,yew will know ever thang thar is ta know about them Possums.So he began His Tale.
wun time,and hit was a very long time ago,even before I was a little Boy myself,thar lived a family of three Possums,they lived out in the big woods in a county jest like this wun,there names wus Lee Roy Possum,Po Boy Possum and Geraldine Possum.One day Lee Roy sez hay Geraldine,whuts fer Dinner?Geraldine sez Lee Roy,if'n yew dont git up offa that thar cheer and go fetch me some road kill,thar wont be no dinner atall!
Wal this sorta gits ole Lee Roy all riled up an He sez Geraldine! I knows whar thars a big ole dead mule jest a laying out ina pasture awaitin fer sum in-ter-priz-ing Possums to come an git it!so the 3 of them goes off to fetch sum mule meat fer to make sum mule stew outta fer dinner thet nite!Whilst they wuz gone,a Man came by,he lived at the edge of those big ole woods and he was a pore wood cutter,his family did not have a thang to eat that night either an he wuz a huntin his self some fresh possum to throw into the cooking pot,so seeing that them thar possums wasn't at home atall he left them a note which said
DEER POSSUM FAMBLY,Y'ALL IS INVITED OVER TO MY HOUSE FER DINNER TO NITE.
LOVE.
THE WOOD CUTTER FAMBLY.
Bob Mitchum :) :)