Plea #12: I don't care much fer outsiders y'here?
That's why I was truly peeved off when I dun saw that green girl come into town.
She looked like nothing but trubble. She had 'er WILD pink hare and, well... if I'm to be purfectly honest, I din't like it one bit! But after she came into ma shop and askd me about my mushroom selection, I realized it's true what them folks say about bookcovers:
Never use 'em!
She was sharp as a tack I'll tell you hwat! She knew all there was to know about them red mushrooms with the white spots, the blue mushrooms with the star tops, them yeller fellers with the blue roots... I tell you, she knew 'em all!
(Not more then me by any stretch, but she knew more than any other mushroom connisewer I ever did meet!)
But it was her jenuine interest in the topic that got me most!
She wasn't just asking about 'em to prove she knew 'em, she was askin' cuz she wanted to know em' more better-like! I told her every bit I knew from the many centurys I done walked up on this here globe, and she just kept on askin'! It was the best conversation Ive done had in decades I tell you hwat!
Yeah... She's an alright girl that one... She's alright...
Now I done started reading up on the mush rooms I don't know dat much on just fer her! (Even if my memry don't work too well these days heh.)
I look forward to every mornin' cuz I know it's a day she might swing by. She truly brought the life back to an old timer like myself...
For as much as we old folks complain about this here jenerashun, I think she singlehandedly proves they'll be just fyne...