Hillbilly Cinderella

I remember the last time Luci came to Hillbilly Days.  One of the characters she met was this handsome hillbilly prince.   There was a familiar ring to the story he told…

He related how he he had met the love of his life at a moonshine fueled shindig in the head of a holler, somewhere on the south side of Pike County. They spent the evening listening to bluegrass music, barefoot clogging and sipping white lightening.  It was hillbilly love at first sight.  But just as the cuckoo clock was about to strike midnight, his barefoot beauty bounced up and bounded away.    Not having any glass slippers to run out of, the only thing she had left behind was the pair of pumpkin colored bloomers the prince was carrying.   He was roaming the county now on a quest to find the woman who the bloomers would fit, the beauty who had stolen his heart.

Luckily, Luci looked like the lonely Lothario’s lost love.  He asked, “Would yee tryeth these on?  Yee might be my fair princess.”  Well, Luci tried with all her might.  She tugged and pulled and stuffed and wiggled and squirmed.  She huffed and puffed and blew the … No, wait, that’s the wrong story.  She tried as hard as she could, but she just couldn’t squeeze into those bloomers. 

The poor prince, dejected, went on down the street, still searching.  He was at Hillbilly Days again this year, still looking for the woman of his dreams.

Luci hasn’t been back to Hillbilly Days since.

Clyde