Bein' a hunnert degrees 'round here, I thought I'd spit out mah chaw and go fer a bike ride. So that's what I done, with all t'other yokels from over yonder. After a few ticks on th' clock, them boys wuz a-squabbling and I's afraid someone's barn is gonna be set on far. An' I wuz a-feelin' like my head's been set on far, it was hot enuf to frah an egg on th' tin roof. Then a wasp got under mah overalls while I's riding and stung mah sholder. I hopped off mah bike, just a hootin' and hollerin'. Th' stinger was pult out but nobody had no tobaccy to use as a salve. I headed on home wit' my tail tucked tween mah legs, cuz it was hurtin' a lot. This morning it felt lahke Cuzzin Bubba done punched me when I stole his corn cob pipe. I ain' doin' no more bi-cyc-le ridin' in this weather, I's gonna git someone to pull me in a wheelbarry insted.