Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

you know who else was asleep half-past noon? good ol' kentucky. who was promptly woken up by the screaming of some rooster.

a song, one she may or may not have heard before, hard to tell.

so she rolled upright from her bed by the river, groomed herself a bit to a proper form and sauntered over to the sound of music. if one could call it that. stone blue eyes settled comfortably on a rather rugged form. large and lanky, looking like he fell off the devil's backbone himself.

your ma teach you that one?

a possible insult, a possible compliment!

this quipped with a waving tail and lingering grin.