In the Deep South, a young girl argued unsuccessfully with her momma.

“I ain’t lyin momma. Jez and me sawr it an was near ‘tacked by a lion!”

Jez waggled his head up and down furiously in agreement.

“A lyin, a lyin!” He stated emphatically.

“You see? Even Jez says you is lyin!” Momma admonished.

“No, momma! He’s sayin it all wrong. He’s sayin lion, we sawr a lion!”

Papa ran into his home, out of breath and slammed the front door with a bang.

“Momma, you and the yung-uns git to the back of the house. I ain’t lyin, there’s a huge lion just lyin right there in our front garden in-between the liam tree and Mr. Lyon’s old well!”