Jest caint quite figger out whut all the fuss is about.

Seems like you city folk are jest spoilt. Ya haint been rattled by din en clamor tills ya been awoken by the hey yous en howdys from birds of every tribe congregatin' in tha woods around the cabin. Then when the mornin' breeze comes slidin' up o'er the ridge the dry leaves begin their little twirly, wirly dance all with a slither en slather soundin' like a mariachi band without the brass.

Then Vickie the fox rouses from her den en gives out a couple o shrill barks (I think she's jest remindin' Gomer the groundhog then she en her kits now have squatters rights on thet condo). All thet commotion usually is enuf ta git the three German Shepherds out at tha barn ta start their Mornin' Canticle. Yessir, life en tha country shur nuff ain't no pickik either.

s/COF at Dun Roman
High o'er beautiful Downtown Knifley. Whar the only quiet comes around 2 when the sun warms the benches in front of Crossroads an a deep hush ensues as the hangers on "jest rest their eyes".