We done sat and spectated the local youngins in an athletic diversion of sorts...runnin' after a bouncin' ball. Not exactly a true sport like log rollin' or seed spittin'... Anyhoo, we went to watch Ki cheer on the competitors. All that jumpin around made us wonder if the floor was hot or if them gals had their bloomers full of ants. They were flappin' their wings n stompin' something fierce. But it was all a pretty good show.
We headed home and pulled out the ol' picture book and found a younger Ma in a tutu. Yep, Ma done a lot to inspire our very own pig wrasslin team to a county champeenship.
Our hound caught wind 'o the excitment, and not to be outdone, crawled in his kennel and came back out full 'o spirit. Seems he now wants to bark on the local pups in the upcoming rabbit chase games!