It was the Walking dead Sheriff..... I Swears it was.....
Maude Smeagle snorted aloud.
“You ain’t not gonna believe us, what we have to say sheriff..... Why should we tell you anything?”
“.... Be nice ma, you’re talking to the police after all....”
“Shut up Cletus! Ain’t nobody talking to your dumb ass!”
“...... Well, for one Maude; you burned down your family barn house, actively endangering everybody around you, and their are blackened bones in the cellar.....”
“First off, I didn’t burn- the barn. The big dumb ass, he- did it; and as for- the blackened bones; they was: the walking dead, they was.....
They was trying to eat me and kill my family.....”
The sheriff paused for a few seconds.
“..... You still with me sheriff?”
“..... Huh?
Oh, sorry..... I wasn’t paying attention..... What was that you said again?”
“...... Ma? Button up your blouse, for Christ’s sake....... You’re- giving the sheriff the floor show.....”
Maude Smeagle, turned fast about and buttoned her blouse as she stormed away from the sheriff.
".... I think sheriff, Maude is in denial she is.....
She burned down the barn believing that the devil was raping her in the night....."
The sheriff, immediately rolled his eyes, and sighed deep, then- rub-massaged his forehead with the index and ring fingers and thumb of his right hand instinctively.
"...... Oh, does you have a headache, sheriff? I got me, plenty of medications that can help you know....."
"... Cletus? No medicine you can offer me can rid me of the one headache that now troubles me...."
Cletus Smeagle smiled a big wide nearly toothless smile.
"..... You'll be surprised sheriff...."
"...... On that, I have no doubt..... Deputy? Go check on Maude, and bring Callihan with you....."
"You got it sheriff...."
"..... Okay Cletus, I hate to have to ask you of this; but let's just start from the beginning, shall we?"
"..... My thoughts exactly sheriff.....
It was a dark and scary night....."
The sheriff now reacted immediately as a man wrought with an obvious notion of some secretly triggered unknown pain, as he rolled his eyes- nearly to the back of his head, in a reflex action to the hinting of the excessively long ridiculous tale that he now must endure.
