Y'all can call me Bucky
Mah Granma Moses she done had the thickest chest hair you evr done see. She'd reel us younguns in and clasp us to her, and it'd be like huggin n'ol grizzly baer, 'ceptn for the smell. And that aint no disrepect to no grizzly either. Even an ol' baer gets his paws wet durin' salmon season, can't rahtly say any of us kin folk could recall Granma Moses ever takin no bath.
Granpappy finally put paid to Granmas thicket though one night when he plum forgot to put out his pipe when he climbed int' bed. Probly woudn'ta been so bad 'ceptn Granma was a little to fonda the Shine and had somewhat of a drinkin' problem - that bein after few, she kept missin' her mouth. That ol' gal went up like fahrworks on the fourth of Ju-ly. I swear we never got the smella burnt catfish outa the house.
Y'all can call me Bucky.