Wolfs in Ketchum?
Yesiree-doodle, I dunn seen some of them thar snarl-in Wolfs in Leadville on me furst pass through yer town, back in ‘24, when I wuz up fur huntin’ black gold & tinhorn tea. Fine friendly fellers too, would-n hurta flea. Well, dats watt we wuz lead to be-leaf in Leadville, cause in doze daze thar warn’t yet a liar lived in town. Warrant no banks neither.
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Now this was a round the samme error dat an ol’ hootenannier named Woody Guthrie sez he gonna hit that Chizem Trail diss comin’ fall. I sez donut be a hardee fool Woody, Hit-tin der trail in da falltime is a bigger airer. Yoose be way up yonder in deep-piney woods wear its twentee bellow freezin’, hop-pin dat da ol’ Leadville Wolf seize you.
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Woody de-sided to waite it out and ketch de knext free ride ona silver rails Locomotive Breath. When he got a round tuit, he hi-falootenly gollooped uppa too derr bockscar, wear heaze pullt inn bya big Mann namt Jonn Henry who satt him fur a spel an tolt him duh follow-in fable ‘bout a fox not a wolf: *
Woody warmt up to diss tail sew mucch datt he sang himself four-it ona way to duh Chizem Trial, ina come-fort of a bockscar, rather dan a makin’ a samme miss-steak as a Nye-eve Gingerbread Mann ora wolf diss-appear ina Katch’ em thin air to annuder dementsion - lika me an yew of’n dew wenn its comes time up fur dee reel store-ease 2 wine too duh end.
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