So I's so bare-assed I ain't showin' my face today. After we all had a nice cassy-roll dinner what Aunt Spot made last night, all us cousins was playin' outside. A course, Momma hadda go and holler, I hope you isn't drinking any puddles, George. Then Grammy Bob yappered in, don't let that boy have another drop to drink, else he be peeing his bed again. I sayed that ain't true. I only one time had a dream about a tree, is all. Nother time, maybe 'bout a fence... But the kids was all laughing and making pissss-pisss noises; nobody heared about my dreams whats not my fault. So I peed on somebody's shoes afore we left. And it weren't no accident.