Although, “good country people,” are supposed to be those who do what is right over what is wrong, I, Manley Pointer, am no ordinary country person. I travel from town to town changing my name to convince people that I am one charming young man, only to con them out of what I want. I understand pretending to sell Bibles is wrong, but it is the right employment for me and I do a heck of a job at it. The people I do convince to buy from me are great people, just the belongings I want from them are even better. I am a very materialistic guy, so the nicer the products the family owns, the more attracted I am to them.
I had been around town and came across the farm house with a name on the mailbox that read, “Cedar,” thinking this was the name of the home owner. As I came up to the …show more content…
After kissing for a little while longer I told her, “Show me where your wooden leg joins on.”
Almost immediately, she responded back, “No!”
I then knew exactly what I needed to do, I was going to make her think that since I loved her and she could not do this simple task for me that she did not love me. The second I made this clear, her leg came right off in guilt and I would finally be able to get it away from her and keep this treasure for myself. Once I took it away from her and set it in a spot that she could reach for it she began frantically screeching, “Give me my leg.”
Knowing that I was about part ways from her with her leg I gladly told her, “I’ve gotten a lot of interesting things. And you needn’t to think you’ll catch me because Pointer ain’t really my name.”
As I disappeared away from the town I thought to myself what an idiot she was for believing I loved her when in reality all I loved was her wooden
I had been around town and came across the farm house with a name on the mailbox that read, “Cedar,” thinking this was the name of the home owner. As I came up to the …show more content…
After kissing for a little while longer I told her, “Show me where your wooden leg joins on.”
Almost immediately, she responded back, “No!”
I then knew exactly what I needed to do, I was going to make her think that since I loved her and she could not do this simple task for me that she did not love me. The second I made this clear, her leg came right off in guilt and I would finally be able to get it away from her and keep this treasure for myself. Once I took it away from her and set it in a spot that she could reach for it she began frantically screeching, “Give me my leg.”
Knowing that I was about part ways from her with her leg I gladly told her, “I’ve gotten a lot of interesting things. And you needn’t to think you’ll catch me because Pointer ain’t really my name.”
As I disappeared away from the town I thought to myself what an idiot she was for believing I loved her when in reality all I loved was her wooden