Here is a piece from the book "Catahoula"
	And so, the dog and frog's journey paved on once more. Footstep upon four-legged footstep began drawing the two animals bodies evidently closer to the very heart of the Great Crawdaddy. But something was a miss in Jasper's mind from time to time. Even though they had found and crossed the bayou Artemus had been referring to, the dog still had the tiniest tinge of a feeling that the frog had no idea how to find this infamous "Swamp Gypsy". He didn't let the feeling dull his progress nor his determination...But it still lingered just the same. About a half an hour had shimmied its way past since Art and Jasper had crossed the bayou. Things seemed to only become monotonous more and more the further they went. The background of trees and low-lying brush seemed like nothing more than a virtual swamp tour that was being taken on a fixed treadmill. What was the next place to look for exactly? And how was Jasper supposed to know? The pitter-patter of paws upon sponge-like earth began to slow a bit from a trot to a casual walk. Jasper's eyes viewed back and forth vicariously to the reruns of things already past him. This was getting ridiculous. The dog's eyes looked up and then back forward. "Huuuuu." Jasper sighed. "Art? What r' we lookin' fur now?" The dog asked. There was a small silence, then the dog added on. "Another bayou? A cypress stump? ..uhhhhh..a football stadium? What?" A silence came forth once more. "Art?" The dog said as he started slowing his steps even more. Then, sure enough, the dog shifted the attention of his ears upwards to hear the tiny sounds of amphibian snoring on his head. Jasper just shook his head and rolled his eyes with a sigh. He didn't say anything more, he just kept walking, hoping he was headed the right way. Not many more than ten steps were proceeded upon when Jasper perked his ear to the sound of something nearby. "What the..?" He thought. It was sort of a quick rustling off yonder, but it was gone like that. The dog was beginning to think it was all in his head, but then, it happened again. A rustling noise. He jerked his head and looked behind him as he continued to walk.  Again and again it interrupted ever so faintly, far and near, behind and in front. Then silence came again. Jasper just shook his head and kept walking. But it was then that a new, much more believable sound echoed through the swamp. Both his ears perked at the noise of what sounded like a guitar string being plucked several repetitive times in sort of a strange beat. It stopped quickly. The dog kept looking around suspiciously after the sound had stopped. He knew his mind hadn't cooked that one up...And then the guitar sound flared once more, again plucking out the same repetitive beat from seconds ago. The dog jerked his head around violently with a peculiar look. The beat stopped again. Jasper never stopped walking however. That was until the guitar started plucking for a third time. And this time it had a slight difference in the beat. A new note twanged at the end of each count. But this time the beat kept going and going, and growing louder and louder. And as Jasper looked ahead, a small figure began to emerge with the sound from behind a tree. It was a chicken...
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