Junebug Burns was finally on his way with his last entry as a 4Her for the Clay County Fair. He had an Angus bull named Sneezer that most 'round Beloved, Kentucky thought was the finest bull ever raised in the hills of Kentucky. Junebug named it Sneezer when it was a calf because it would sniff at things an' then just sneeze up a fit, sort of like it was allergic to the whole world. No one ever believed that calf would grow to win a prize as a year old bull much less be the amazin' animal that it was.
Sneezer was loaded into the cattle trailer an' was pushin' against the side with powerful shoulders. Junebug could hear the metal of the trailer groanin'. He grinned and knocked on the side of the trailer, whisperin' for Sneezer to stop that an' be on good behavior. That bull was like a big ol' puppy dog with Junebug. Folks said Junebug could probably teach it to dance if he took a mind to. With just that one whisper ol' Sneezer relaxed an' stood still. It was like he was a waitin' to get to the fair an show off in front of all them folks.
In the back of the pickup was a cot, a duffel full of clothes, two hat boxes with Stetson straw hats, a trunk of gear an' several buckets an' bags full of this an' that. Most 4Hers lived at the fair for the week. Junebug was sure goin' to be there an' enjoy his last fair. He had shavin' cream to use when someone fell asleep as well as a new whoopee cushion ordered from the back of a Superman comic book. It was goin' to be a great week.
The wallet in his pocket was full of cash this year. Junebug had saved for a year so he would have the money to do whatever he wanted to do this year. He was goin' to go out with a bang. Him an' Sneezer would have the best year ever.
