"Look, daddy, look at this'un. This'un's gonna be mine, Momma says it's special. I'm gonna keep it in the house."
"That so? Sounds like you done got it all decided, mister." Bent over and pulled it away from its tit with my thumb and forefinger. Just what I needed. Four new huntin dogs, but only fifteen legs between'm. "Stupid woman. That's the goddamn devil's work there, son."
Picked the little three-legged bastard up and hefted it a second. Then I thew it at the side of the barn. It slapped against the wall like a handful of warm mud.