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Speaker 3: The tale of Don't Keep a Farm, and name Old Jeremiah.
Live in a queen little town of Joyceville, North Carolina,
nestle between rolling hills and whispering pines. It was known
for two things, his stubborn donkey Beauregard, and his told tales.
Jeremiah love to weep stories so wild and far fetched
that even the most gullible tonfolk would squint at him sideways.
One summer day, as a town folk gather to the
General's store as who swept gossip and sip tea sweet,
sweet summer tea, Jeremiah storm there and his face redder
than a ripe tomato. Yeah, I won't believe it just happened,
he hollered, waving his straw hat around like it was
on fire. My Boregard, don't save my life, But this
caught everyone's attention. Beauregard was notorious in Joyceville for being
the laciest donkey in three counties. The idea of him
saving anyone was asked likely snow in July, go on,
Jeremiah said, miss Ida, the storekeeper, what nonsense you got
for us today? Jeremiah pulled out his chest well. I
was out plowing the south field when certainly a mountain
lion leaped out of the bushes. The cat was bigger
than a hog and meaner than a rattler snake. It
came straight at me, I tell you, straight at me.
The crowd leaned in despite themselves. Boorah God saw it
up first. Jeremiah continued and let out their loudest beret
I ever heard. The lion froze like a statue. And
then did this Boyregar reared up and kicked his square
in the head enough that our clean save my bacon
he did. The room fell silent. Miss Ida tapped her
fingers from the counter. No, Jeremiah, she said, slowly, how
come Ma saw you and Borregone napping under the big
oak this morning? That's how I feel mbim plow in months.
Jeremiah's eyes darting around whill where he's startling. That's just
because after the lion incident, Beauregard got got got tuckered down,
and we had to rest. It was little Billy sitting
in the sacer flyer who piped up. If Beauregard kicked
the line, where's the scrutches on him? Where's the lion mouth?
Jeremiah hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
What more, that's what the sound a fish would make.
What more, this being an audio medium, you can't really
see me do it. So what I'm making that sound? Uh?
The lion ran off fastest lightning. Y'all just missed it,
Jeremiah added. The crowd exchanged knowing glances. Finally, miss Ida
crossed the arms and Jeremiah, this sounds like our load
off donkey poop. The room erupted in laughter. Donkey poop,
They all hollered, slapping their knees. Jeremiah turned beat red,
but didn't argue. He knew he had been caught. From
that day on, whenever someone in joyce fil tried to
spin a tail too wild to believe, or when someone
was hiding the truth, the townfolk would grin and say
that sounds like our load of donkey poop. It became
their way of saying, we know there's more to the story,
and you ain't fool in us, And so the phrase
donkey poop was born, a lasting legacy of Old Jeremiah's
tall tales and the clever folks of joyce Filt who
refused to pay gas lit? What what I love that face?
Speaker 1: Ount? What?
Speaker 3: What can I read a face story? Now? What? What
is the I'm tired. I'm gonna take a nap.