Darlin' there aint no getting over ewe! Part II

Each day, at his first convenience, Johnny Paint would half skip (as best his large clumsy body would allow him) up the stony dirt road to the Fir Tree nursery where Nadene lived. It was a narrow road the farmers would use to run cattle or sprint horses, but mostly it was where the locals would drag and dump the waste from their outhouses, which would then seep off into the fields and fertilize the crop. The road was uneven, hilly, and almost completely covered with sewage. Yet, everyday Johnny made the trek to his beloved Nadene. In his head, he was prancing through fields of bright flowers singing wonderful airy tunes of joy. However, to the average onlooker he appeared as some fat retard splashing around in every ones shit. But, isn't that what almost everyone looks like when they are in love?



On his way, Johnny would sneak behind Crabby Jacks barn and pick a handful of daises or any other plant that looked fancy enough. Crabby Jack (named both for his temperament and body lice) would never leave the chair on the front porch of his house unless he needed more whisky or tobacco. He would sit up there all day getting drunk and shooting at things that he thought might be trying to steal his dentures. Johnny would often take on fire when he made his way around the property, but Jack was so blind he couldn't hit a target even one as large and slow as Johnny. So, Johnny always could escape with a bouquet for his dearest Nadene. (stay tuned)