Clive beed spittin' on the backs of my head at Sunday School today and he wouldn't stop it. Mrs. Barker weren't payin' attention acause she been telling everbody 'bout the time when Jesus maked wine for the wedding. She asks us, what did Jesus tole his Momma when she wanted more wine? And I hollered, if you doesn't stop that, I's gonna rip out yous ears and fry 'em up and eat 'em right a front of you. But I meaned Clive. I wouldn't never rip out Mother Mary's ears. Never. I hadda sit in the hall and wait for Momma. Again. My Momma, not Jesuses.