So Grammy bees havin' her poker girls over tonight, and Grampy sayed, Maisy, I hopes that mongrel Margaret-Mae ain't comin', she bees a cougar. Which, she ain't. She bees a mongrel, mostly Collie, and I likes her. She says I bees her Georgia Peach. And she says the Angels stirred handsome and smart alls up in a big pot and out comed me! When I gets her beers for her she says, thanks you, Peachy. If she beed a cougar, she'd a beed chasin' me up a tree, and sides, Grammy says Grampy bees so blind he couldn't tell no cougar from a ditch-pig any ole how.