Heard About Sooners and Boomers
Now far back in the long time, the gophers came there, chasing each other, playing the-green-grass-grew-all-around, playing cross tag, hop tag, skip tag, billy-be-tag, billy-be-it.
The razorback hogs came then, eating pig-nuts, potatoes, paw paws, pumpkins. The wild horse, the buffalo, came. The moose, with spraggly branches of antlers spreading out over his head, the moose came—and the fox, the wolf.
The gophers flipped a quick flip-flop back into their gopher holes when the fox, the wolf, came. And the fox, the wolf, stood at the holes and said, "You look like rats, you run like rats, you are rats, rats with stripes. Bah! you are only rats. Bah!"
It was the first time anybody said "Bah!" to the gophers. They sat in a circle with their noses up asking, "What does this 'Bah!' mean?" And an old timer, with his hair falling off in patches, with the stripes on his soft paddy tail patched with patches, this old
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