“Well, now, yous just barking mad, ain’t ya?”
“Of course I’m not mad! I’m telling the truth.”
“Naw, yous jus’ confused, is all. Dem bones was prob’ly jus’
a natural dyin’ animal. That’s what they do, ya know?”
“I swear, Grandpa, it was NOT natural. I’ll show you.”
Naw, I don’ need t’ see nothin’. I been all over this mountain since I was a
young’n. They ain’t nothin’ unnatural ‘bout nothing up here.”
“But this wasn’t when you were young, this was recent. The
bite marks went deep into the bone and the spine was completely severed—”
“Ya done tol’ me alriddy! I ain’t deaf! But thinkin’ that
they’s some monster roamin’ these parts just a’cause—”
“Grandpa, I think we ought to call the police…or the
Department of Wildlife.”
“The DoW don’t got no need to come pokin’ they noses in our
bidness.”
“Grandpa! It’s not safe—”
“Jus’ drop it, Sonny.”
“But what if you—”
“Don’ you worry none ‘bout me. I can take care a myself.
Always have, always will. ‘Sides, I got a few things goin’ for me that no other
beast got.”
“What? 80 years?”
“Naw, but that helps.”
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