Bearclaw Valley don't have a come apart about it

The wind was blowing, and it was blowing hard. I mean, branches flying here, logs rolling there; leaves were scattered all about in the strangest of places, the small bodies of water throughout the territory were having their own fits about the disturbances. Blondine couldn't place what in the world had gotten the good Lord so worked up, but she didn't like His behavior.

Y'don't have to have a come apart about it! she called up to the heavens, hoping that He would be able to disregard the pride in her statement, Y'all act more like babies than the babies you done put on this here earth!