Carl Schwartz burst into the living room of the Moon Valley Ranch house with fire in his eye and pathos in his voice: As sheur as I standing here am, dot schwein I’m going to kill! ‘ I’ll jest bet yer a million dollars ter a piece o’ custard pie yer don’t, said Bud Morgan, rising from the lounge where he had been resting after a strenuous day in the big pasture. I’ll pet you, shouted Carl. Der pig pelongs mit me der same as you.
Go ahead, then, said Bud, lying down again. But I want ter tell yer this, and take it from me, it’s ez straight ez an Injun’s hair, yer kin kill yer own part o’ thet hawg if yer want ter, but if my part dies I’ll wallop yer plenty. I’ve spent too much time teachin’ thet pig tricks ter lose it now.
Vich part der pig you own, anyvay?
Ther best part; ther head.