Here, Mister O'Khayam, here's a good place to stand.

Gee, what luck! Coon in sight first thing, and Mellen's food coon at that! Shoot, Mister O'Khayam, shoot!" The Thread Man lifted the wavering gun, but it was no use.
"Tell you what, Ruben," said Jimmy.

"You are too tired to shoot straight.

Let's take a rist, and ate our lunch.

Then we'll cut down the tree and let the dogs get cooney.