Ed

"Ma neighbor Eddie Boudreaux came complainin 'bout his well, said sumpthin 'bout seein colors comin outta it, talkin like a Woodstock hippie. I didn pay 'im no mind til I seen 'im like dis. Whatevers in dat well, is in dat water an is in dat land an now is in Ed. Prolly shouldn call 'im dat no mo. Ed. I aint spoke to or seen Mama Boudreaux in goin' on weeks. My wife Lurline tink he ate 'er."