A little funny to help Scott thru a bad fishing trip
(This is best read when the dialog is read in Cajun.)
Down in Cajun country, near Mermantau, Louisiana, a man went into the little convenence store there. Inside was a little boy, about twelve or ten years old, drinking an orange coke and holding a dog on a leash.
"Boy, dat's a fine lookin' dog you got dere." says the man. "Can he fight?"
"Him fight good e'nuff" says the boy.
"You t'ink he could whip my dog?" asks the man. "He's meanest dog in the parish."
The boy looked out to the truck at the dog in question. "Don' look so mean to me."
Well, they make it up to let their dogs go at it. Out in the dirt past the gas pumps, they let their dogs loose, an' dey go at it. Purty soon, the boy's dog done got the best of the man's dog.
Pullin' the dogs apart, the man asks, "Boy, what kine of dog is dat?"
The boy shrugs, "Don' know. But before we cut off his tail and painted him brown, we called him alligator."
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