I knew that naughty little corn husk doll was going to come to a bad end.
From the moment she started doing the splits in broad daylight, buck naked.
And then there was the beer.
She didn’t get any better behaved after that. She was always out all night. Never telling anyone where she was going or when she was coming back. Partying till all hours. Coming home smelling like a bar.
Some say it could have been the breeze.
Some say it might even have been a cat.
But those of us who knew that little corn husk doll know better. She was slapped-up drunk.
And she fell right off the porch.
The chickens raced for her. Then Clover got wind of her unfortunate drop and that was it. I couldn’t get down there quick enough to save her.
That little corn husk doll was gone.
And all we can do now is hope her story will help others.
Clover: “It helped me. Bad girls are….”