My favorite daughter accused me of sounding like a "Ouiser" when telling my dillo tales. I RESENT THAT! ALL OF US SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE SOUL OF GENTILITY BECAUSE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE!
Oh fiddle dee dee---what is a girl to do??? Night after night after night there are balls to attend with dashing gentlemen hanging on my every word, you know like Ashley Wilkes (SIGH!). But can I go-NO! I am stuck at Tara trying to protect the family's beautiful plantation from those Nasty NORTHERN Dillos! (OK maybe that is not totally correct-but it's my story)
Night after night---I must set the traps and then listen for those terrible devilish creatures to appear. The next morning it is my plight in life to have the duty of putting those demons out of their misery and dispose of the remains. HEAVEN HELP US ALL if the Yankees were to discover I had accidentally shot one of them while he was stuck in my trap.
WELL--I have just about had enough------A GIRL NEEDS HER SOCIAL SEASON AFTER ALL! What can I do to escape this duty and yet protect our precious Tara from these Northern Invaders?
I 'LL THINK ABOUT THAT TOMORROW!
ps-In an effort to be green, I recycled this old story---translation---ANOTHER ONE BIT THE DUST LAST NIGHT!