They say Young Will came tearin’ into this here world like a bolt a thunder. His mama woulda agreed; ‘ceptin’ she’d add that he were more like bulls through china once his legs growed and ‘e started runnin’.
And run Will did! He just about run everyplace -walls notwithstandin’.
No; nothing or nobody stood in his way. I reckon that’s why ‘e didn’t ‘llow somethin’ as teensy as impossible to slow ‘im. When ‘e heard anyone could be prezident, he went right home and ‘nnounced he were next.
That’s why, on ‘nauguration day, his mama was the least surprized.
Type and entered for Carrot Ranch‘s first Rodeo Contest: tall tale.
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