Mooky had one condition. “I get to keep the Elvis-botanist dimension. I’ve got a hankering for some of his patented peanut-butter-and-begonia sandwiches.”

Mooky grinned. “Best job I never applied for.”

All was right with the universe—until Thursday, when Mooky planned to try a new note on his morning toast.

And so, Mooky strapped on his harmonica, grabbed his bucket of cold fried chicken (for luck), and drove his lawnmower—a converted 1972 John Deere with rocket boosters made from old propane tanks—straight toward the Piggly Wiggly. The townsfolk gathered, thinking it was the annual Mulberry Opossum Festival. No one corrected them.

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Francis Mooky Duke Williams May 2026

Mooky had one condition. “I get to keep the Elvis-botanist dimension. I’ve got a hankering for some of his patented peanut-butter-and-begonia sandwiches.”

Mooky grinned. “Best job I never applied for.” francis mooky duke williams

All was right with the universe—until Thursday, when Mooky planned to try a new note on his morning toast. Mooky had one condition

And so, Mooky strapped on his harmonica, grabbed his bucket of cold fried chicken (for luck), and drove his lawnmower—a converted 1972 John Deere with rocket boosters made from old propane tanks—straight toward the Piggly Wiggly. The townsfolk gathered, thinking it was the annual Mulberry Opossum Festival. No one corrected them. Mooky strapped on his harmonica

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