Uncle Jesse Jackson:
Be John Brown; it smelled us. Can't nothin' smell that far, but that thing did.
Skeeter Jackson:
What you think, Uncle Jessie?
Uncle Jesse Jackson:
Just ain't natural. Like a dog crossed with a cat, and dogs and cats ain't supposed to cross.
Skeeter Jackson:
Like I told ya. Sort of figured on catchin' it.
Uncle Jesse Jackson:
How you aim to catch somethin' that can smell a mile and run like greased lightning? Might's well go home.
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