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Deer Sissy

A letter to Heather from the backwoods

By Dana CrandellPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read
Top Story - October 2023
Deer Sissy
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Cain't say no to a challenge from Heather! This is for the Write me a letter challenge.

Deer Sissy,

I jes thot I wood rite and ketch you up on things since you bin gone. By the way, this is me, just so you don't have to wait til the end to figger it out. Momma sez hi, and told me to hurry up cuz I gotta change her bath water soon. I guess this will be a short letter.

Doc had ta come by yestiddy. Cousin Teddy had ta have a light bulb removed from his beehind. I swar, somebody gots ta find that boy a hobby. Aunt Tilly had a good stash of Uncle Eddy's last batch in the pantry, so it's all paid fer and Teddy's almost walkin normul agin.

While Doc wuz here, he hadda take a look at Missy Weeks backside, too. She sat on a prickly pear while she was peein' in the bushes and got her rump all fulla prickles. Her momma got em all out, but Doc had ta put some dis-in-sumthin on it. She howled so loud a cyotee down in the canyun howled back.

That ol barn cat you like so much tangled with a polecat last week. I finally caught him and got all the har off'n him. Had ta sharpen my knife twice, but I didn't nick him too much. He smells a lot better, but he sure looks funny. Scratched me up sumthin fierce, so I reckon we both do. The dawgs still don't want nuthin ta do with him.

It's bin purty quiet here since then. Pappy's bin up on the hill heppin Uncle Eddy move his operation agin and it's jes bin Momma and me. I found a possum in the road that wuz purty fresh and I rocked a big ol rattler the other day so we got enuf fer the two of us fer a while. Oh, and eggs from Grammas chickins cuz we promised her a jug when Pappy comes back down.

Sorry about takin so long ta git back ta ritin this, but Momma was startin to holler. I'll hafta hep her git outa the tub purty soon, so I better git dun. That's about all the news fer now, anyhow. Hope yer doin good and you git home soon. Oh, Buddy Jones wanted me to ask you to the church social fer him, but I tole him you wuz too good fer the likes a him, and he could ask you hisself, cuz I ain't no messinjer.

Luv,

Me (Like I said up yonder.)

PS I almost fergot. We got that ree-corder thing from Delbert down the hill and I wuz gunna make a tape fer ya, but ever since I went out behind the barn with Suzy Cox, I got this big thing on my lip that really hurts and makes me talk funny. Not funny haha but funny weird. Doc said sumthin about “her pees?” I dunno, but if she did that, I ain't askin her out there agin.

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Dana Crandell

Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.

Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist

My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

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    Written by Dana Crandell