Cwazy

Over the weekend we were out at Chuck's parents getting ready to start our 2nd year of tobacco farming... oh the joy ...Gracie insisted on being outside with Daddy and Papaw. She followed them around, getting a ride on the tractor and/or 4wheeler ("follow wollow" as she calls it) whenever possible. They were all coming in from the back field, Gracie riding the 4wheeler with Chuck and our nephew on the tractor.
The Bull was standing in the middle of the dirt path..... they were pulling the wagon that usually has the Hay on it, so he was looking for a bite to eat ...Chuck pulled to the side and motioned for Brandon to continue on across the creek. "He'll move out of the way", Chuck yells. As Brandon moved closer to the Bull, he bucked and flipped his head. Swishing and twitching, the Bull finally moved out of the way. Without thinking, Chuck mumbles to himself, "Crazy Bastard"... referring to the Bull ...then Gracie says, "Cwazy Basserd" ......DOH! hand slap to forehead!