|  | Grand Daddy Don't you set none a that watered-up blue-john milk
 you done bought at the Foodland afront a me, hear?
 None a that margie-butter neither. They ain't got
 no taste  to 'em, no taste a tall. All you kin git me
 to drank is Mae Shirley's fresh sweetmilk. And
 her buttermilk.. Aaaw, I like her buttermilk, now.
 
 They always atryin to scare us off a raw milk,
 sayin it'll make ye sick.  I've drunk raw milk all
 my life and it ain't never made me sick. They just
 atryin to git ye to spend yer dollar at the Foodland.
 They've all but rurned every little man in the county.
 Reeves Lumber run out Dwight Holcomb's saw
 mill.  County shut down Effie's Cafésaid ye
 can't run a resternt outa your own house even though
 she's been arunnin hern fer damn near thirty year.
 And you kin forgit findin a jar a homemade
 sorghum  syrup within a hunnerd mile a here.
 
 Look here. See that pinecone design pressed into the
 top a that butter?  That's Mae's butter mold.  Better
 try some on one a Mamma's biscuits.  We'll git you
 offa that margie-butter yet. Fore it makes ye sick.
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