"Ma, I'm fixin' t'ask 'er t'day," said Luke.
"Be ya, son?" said Ma. "Thet's nice." "Ain't no pu'pose to it!" Grampa said. "The dang force o' life is spent!"
"Now, Pa," said Pa, "don't fuss the young 'uns' mind-to."
"Says right hyeh!" said Grampa, tapping at the journal with his wrist. "We done let in the wave-len'ths of anti-life, that's what we done!"
"Manure," said Uncle Eyes. "Ain't we livin'?"
"I'm talkin' 'bout the coming gene-rations, ya dang fool!" Grampa said. He turned to Luke. "Ain't no pu'pose to it, boy!" he said. "You cain't have no young 'uns nohow!"
"Thet's what they tole Pa 'n' me too," soothed Ma, "an' we got two lovely chillun. Don't ya pay no mind t'Grampa, son."
"We's comin' apart!" said Grampa. "Our cells is unlockin'! Man says right hyeh! We's like jelly, breakin'-down jelly!"
"Not me," said Uncle Rock.
"When you fixin' t'ask 'er, son?" asked Ma.
"We done bollixed the pritecktive canopee!" said Grampa.
"Can o' what?" said Uncle Eyes.
"This mawnin'," said Luke.
"We done pregnayted the clouds!" said Grampa.
"She'll be mighty glad," said Ma. She rapped Prunella on the skull with a mallet. "Eat with ya mouth, chile," she said.
"We'll get us hitched up come May," said Luke.
"We done low-pressured the weather sistem!" Grampa said.
"We'll get ya corner ready," said Ma.
Uncle Rock, cheeks flaking, chewed mush.
"We done screwed up the dang master plan!" said Grampa.
"Shet yer own!" said Grampa.
"Let's have a little ear-blessin' harminy round hyeh," said Pa, scratching his nose. He spat once and downed a flying spider. Prunella won the race.
"Dang leg," said Luke, hobbling back to the table. He punched the thigh bone back into play. Prunella ate wheezingly.
"Leg aloosenin' agin, son?" asked Ma.
"She'll hold, I reckon," said Luke.
"Says right hyeh!" said Grampa, "we'uns clompin' round under a killin' umbrella. A umbrella o' death!"
"Bull," said Uncle Eyes. He lifted his middle arm and winked at Ma with the blue one. "Go 'long," said Ma, gumming off a chuckle. The east wall fell in.
"Thar she goes," observed Pa.
Prunella tumbled off her rock and rolled out, wheezing, through the opening. "High-speerited gal," said Ma, brushing cheek flakes off the table.
"What about my corner now?" asked Luke.
"Says right hyeh!" said Grampa, " 'lectric charges is afummadiddled! 'Tomic structure's unseamin'!!"
"We'll prop 'er up again," said Ma. "Don't ya fret none, Luke."
"Have us a wing-ding," said Uncle Eyes. "Jute beer 'n' all."
"Ain't no pu'pose to it!" said Grampa. "We done smithereened the whole kiboodle!"
"Now, Pa," said Ma, "ain't no pu'pose in apreachin' doom nuther. Ain't they been apreachin' it since I was a tyke? Ain't no reason in the wuld why Luke hyeh shouldn't hitch hisself up with Annie Lou. Ain't he got him two strong arms and four strong legs? Ain't no sense in settin' out the dance o' life."
"We'uns ain't got naught t'fear but fear its own self," observed Pa.
Uncle Rock nodded and raked a sulphur match across his jaw to light his punk.
"Ya gotta have faith," said Ma. "Ain't no sense in Godless gloomin' like them signtist fellers."
"Stick 'em in the army, I say," said Uncle Eyes. "Poke a Z-bomb down their britches an' send 'em jiggin' at the enemy!"
"Spray 'em with fire acids," said Pa.
"Stick 'em in a jug o' germ juice," said Uncle Eyes. "Whiff a fog o' vacuum viriss up their snoots. Give 'em hell Columbia."
"That'll teach 'em," Pa observed.
"We wawked t'gether through the yallar rain.
Our luv was stronger than the blisterin' pain
The sky was boggy and yer skin was new
My hearts was beatin'-Annie, I luv you."
Luke raced across the mounds, phantomlike in the purple light of his gutbucket. His voice swirled in the soup as he sang the poem he'd made up in the well one day. He turned left at Fallout Ridge, followed Missile Gouge to Shockwave Slope, posted to Radiation Cut and galloped all the way to Mushroom Valley. He wished there were horses. He had to stop three times to reinsert his leg.
Annie Lou's folks were hunkering down to dinner when Luke arrived. Uncle Slow was still eating breakfast.
"Howdy, Mister Mooncalf," said Luke to Annie Lou's pa.
"Howdy, Hoss," said Mr. Mooncalf.
"Pass," said Uncle Slow.
"Draw up sod," said Mr. Mooncalf. "Plenty chow fer all."