“Every time I closed my eyes, I’d start seeing monkeys. They would come by in a long line, one behind the other, leaping and squealing. Each monkey had a price tag hanging from his neck, telling how much he was worth. I wouldn’t get too excited until that hundred dollar monkey came leaping by. Every time he passed he would stop and laugh at me, I’d wake up wringing wet with sweat and having an upside-down fit. When I finally did fall asleep, I had a wonderful dream about owning a beautiful p...aint pony and a brand-new .22. I was riding like the wind, shooting right and left. I was the first one up the next morning. In fact, I even beat our old red rooster—and that was getting up early. I was out at the woodpile, splitting kindling, when he came sailing out of the henhouse. Ruffling his feathers, he hopped upon the rail fence, threw his head back, and told everything within hearing distance that it was a beautiful Ozark morning and it was time to start stirring.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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