Mrs Murphy's story

Mrs Mabel Murphy tells the following story:

You heard o’ old woman Bellweather? Ah wouldn’t go messin’ with her if ah were ya! A couple o’ years back mah boy trew some rocks at ‘er ‘ouse Ya know ‘ow boys are Well, that spring, one o’ mah calves was born wit two ‘eads an they mewled like cats. Ah ‘ad ta put da evil thing down so’s we could sleep at night. Ah ‘eard dat woman can sour milk ‘n wilt crops wit a glance Most devilish ah all The way ah ‘eard it, she was married to a fella who didn’t care none much bout ‘is vows, if ya git mah meanin’. She caught ‘im wit anotha woman and took ‘is manhood away with ‘er magic. Hehehehe, smooth as a babes bottom ‘e was. Word is, ‘e made it ta Brattleboro, afore’ ‘e couldn’t take it nah more an killt hiself.

Mrs Murphy's story

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