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A Rare Bit Of Rarebit *

Since learning about how she got breakfast
I'm compelled to pass the story on to you.
It is one almost impossible to believe by
young housewives and their modern mates.
But, my friend, Lucille, who was born and
'raised' in North Georgia's mountains is
only 93, come April of 2008, and still drives
her Cadillac, a model of the late eighties.
She can still shoot a gun with good aim,
but back when she was a new bride, and
the years of child bearing and raising, she
got breakfast by stepping out on the back
steps, aiming her gun inside a tree, and
knocked a big squirrel off of a big limb.
She tells of walking out to get the dead
animal, bringing it into the kitchen, to
'dress it,' before battering its parts with
flour paste before dropping into a hot
oil skillet for frying up family breakfast
I believe every word she says, because,
Lucille doesn't tell lies about anything,
and besides, she always bakes a plain
cake for me when Christmas time comes.


F William Broome 2008

* Welsh rabbit: a dish consisting of melted cheese, often mixed with ale or beer, served on crackers or toast: