Mama pulled me toward the garden fence, where she jerked up a
Jimson weed!
"Mama! It's chocolate, Mama! Just chocolate!"
But Mama couldn't hear me for all of Shoogie's loud
bellowing! She started stinging my legs to pieces!
"Mama! It ain't snuff!" I screamed louder. "It ain't! It
ain't! Mama! Mama!"
She kept flailing my legs.
Shoogie, still bucking and rearing like a young colt, broke
loose from Huldie and ran streaking toward the wagon shelter. All
I could do was dance on one foot and then the other and cry,
"Chocolate, Mama! Chocolate!"
"Come back here, you little heifer!" Huldie screamed at
Shoogie.
When she whirled around to see which way Shoogie was running,
she stepped on the sugar bowl. She didn't break it, but she bent
the handle of the spoon and kicked over the chocolate box.
"Law, Miss, how come your pretty sugar bowl settin' down here
in this dirt? And here's your chocolate, all spillin' out!"
Mama stopped switching my legs.
"I declare to my soul! Bandershanks! Huldie, they was just
playing like they had snuff.
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