Ma’s sure been in bed a long time, and she don’t look too good, either. She ain’t eatin’ and a body’s got to eat to stay alive on this here earth. I went to the pond and caught the biggest fish—almost taller than I am, then tuck it back home to show Ma. I knew she would want to eat some of my big fish but she won’t eat nothin’ or drink nothin’ neither. Dewey Dell will cook my fish and maybe we’ll all have some.
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