“Look at that hillbilly over there,” Percy said.
“You mean the guy standing in the hole he’s digging?” Reggie responded. The two young men got off of their expensive bikes and walked over to the wire fence that separated the field from the road.
“That guy reminds me of Yosemite Sam,” said Percy, laughing. “You know, the one who’s always after Bugs Bunny.”
“Yeah,” said Reggie, chuckling. “He’s probably digging a rabbit hole looking for his dinner.”
Suddenly the guy dropped his shovel, picked up his shotgun, pointed at the two cyclists, and shouted, “Get off my property you varmints.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Connie Gayer.
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