the stranger said to me

i don’t, like, children, see? And I don’t, like, dogs, neither. And when the two get together, on their little muffled paws, and feet, and scurry, I don’t, like, it. T’all. But even worse, is, when jack rabbit, the one who gone smoke them pipes, him, when he, goes, runnin, I pretty much fit to scare I am. I don’t, like, people. You can’t trust, people. And people, they’s animals. And so you can’t, trust, animals neither. Doris she don’t know it but she ain’t a person, she a warthog on a inside, and that’s why we get along fine.