Back when I was a youngin’ I liked to visit my Granny and help her with this and that.
One day, Granny Brown sent me to fetch some water from the well for cooking her dinner. As I was dippin’ the bucket in, I saw two big, shiny eyes looking back at me.
Well, that plumb scared me half to death, and the other half of me just dropped the bucket and hightailed it back to Granny.
Of course Granny wanted to know what happened to her bucket and the water.
“I can’t get no water from that well” I whimpered. “There’s a BIG ol’ monster down there!”
“Don’t you mind that,” Granny says, “that’s just an ol’ coon (that’s a raccoon for you city folk) that drops in for a drink now and then. He’s been doin’ it for years now, and he ain’t never hurt no one. He’s probably as scared of you as you are of him!”
“Well, Granny,” I replied tugging at the back of my pants, “if he was scared of me as I was of him,
then that water ain’t fit to drink!”
See you next time,
– Ol’ John Brown
