A heap of chicken?

I reckon there's been a kind of a misunderstanding.

It makes a kind of hollering noise.

What kind of a cook are you?

But of course, a nice big fluffy souffle.

That's what kind of a cook I am.

Got a lot of pitch and tar in it.

And up at one end, there's a lady standing there made out of rock, and she's a-pouring water out of a jar right into that cement pond!

Just a whopping them big old pink wings of an otter.

You've set a great deal of store on this year's stove, Granny.

But I found a whole row of black old dead tree trunks.

I'm so glad we're seeing that there's a disgraceful and unsightly mound of debris.

Here, I'll get the shovel and a hoe and rake it out of there.

We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

I'm Jane Hathaway, Executive Secretary to Mr. Drysdale, and you, I take it, are a domestic of some sort, cleaning your house maid.

Well, now, why don't you bring your missus over tonight for supper, and I'll have Granny whomp up a mess of grits and hog jowl.