Ass backwards

Rain falls outside of the Beaugregaurde plantation. From a high window, Faline watches as Buck Rushes to shelter with a large crate in arms. Ted Beauregaurde waves him off then calmly strolls to the mansion under the shelter of a large umbrella. Faline tilts her head up as she watches Buck, well soaked, disappear from view in the downpour. She backs away from the window.
In the room, a television played a previously recorded speech by a famous civil rights activist, Frank Luther.

Frank: In an age where all are said to be free, it shames me to know that their are still places in this world where two lovers may not join in legal union because of their race, or their gender. A place where crimes of discrimination go unpunished because of religious differences! Our world advances at an incredible rate,yet, people's minds remain in the dark ages. It grieves me more to know that the last stronghold of this type of backwards thought is in my own nation! The treaty of the south after being claimed by the union was that it may legislate it's self as an independent governance under the nations' constitution. Using every crack and hole in said constitution, the south-land has made itself a haven for injustice and moral corruption...

Faline puts a pair of well polished shoes on a stair-like pedestal where countless others sit as a monument to a woman's vanity. Giving them a look, she closes the door, the automatic mechanism drawing the folding stair of shoes back into the closet next to the other three stairs. The door closes with a click as Big mama steps into the room. Faline, with a melancholy expression, looks over her shoulder at the aged woman.

Big mama: Finally got that girl in a bubble bath. I tells ya, she won't be satisfied 'till i'm good an' passed, the way she works my poor heart.

Faline: Mama... Are you... happy heah?

Big Mama: (turns) Whatchu mean?

Faline: Ah mean, in Camden county, in the south. Deah aint much for a... Ah mean... Aint really the best place for a colored ta be. Ah was just wonderin'...
Big mama looks over at the television screen. She smiles warmly.

Big Mama: Now, lil'in, don't cha worry ya head ovah this old maid. You thank if my life was that bad heah, I'da called it quits by now. 'Sides, this is my home. I'll be damned if a few misplaced laws and wicked minds are gonna scare me away from here.

Faline: You could go north wheah the laws are just! Weah good people like you kin' have a normal life away from hate and prejudice! Heah, people are holdin' ya back in ya own home! Y'all strong, proud people!

Big mamma: That's why we stay, darlin'. We're strong people. Been through it all right alongsides ya. Been through war and such... This VERY NATION...was built on our backs!(pauses)...Even though we can just travel north to the union and find REAL freedom, and trust me, MANY of us have, many of us are still here... Cause, we are strong!

Faline: (shakes head) ...But, how... HOW could ya'll stand fo da way they's treatin' ya'll?! Ah know dere's marches and such, but... If ah was colored...

Big Mama: You'd say what? What could you say as a colored gal that a strong minded white woman who felt the same couldn't?

Faline falls silent. Her gaze drifts away. Her mouth searches for words, but her heart finds none.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

The piercing scream echos the halls. Faline and Big mama look at each other. They rush out to the next room. The door swings open and the two enter the room prepared for the worst catastrophe ever to befall the eyes of man...

Scarlett: Oh mah gawd! It's terrible! Ah thank I'm gonna die!

Scarlett's sapphire eyes spread wide, a brush in one hand, she stands with her back to the a full-sized mirror. She swings her hips back and forth as she checks out her backside, a look of terror streaked across her face. Big mama sighs.

Faline: what's wrong?

Shoots faline a surprised look.

Scarlett: You don't see this?!

Big mama: 'S' all right, Faline. Scarlett's just havin' one of her many reality checks. (laughs)

Scarlett: Naw. This can't be real. That's it I'm seein' things. (blinks) NOO! It's real!

Faline: AH still don't see what's wrong.

Scarlett: (sigh) LOOK at mah butt!

Faline: Looks fine ta me.

Scarlett: FINE?! IT'S HUGE!!! I HAVE A HORSES BEHIND!!!!

Big mama: Nah, you packin' more like a colored gal.

Scarlett: (cringes) OH, that's even worse...

Big Mamma: Yo booty dun snuck up on ya. Happens ta lot a gals. Part a life.

Scarlett: It's not part of mine! (reaches behind) Oh, it's eatin' up mah undies...

Faline: Now, aint nothin' wrong wit' a lil' junk in da trunk. Where ah'm from, it's a good thang.

Scarlett: Where you're from, you eat pig guts an' mud fish, swamp girl! Ah got standards!

Faline open's her mouth for the well-deserved brutal comeback...

Big Mama: You know, Scarlett, a healthy behind aint really considered a bad thing. Guys these days LOVE them some bee-hind. Think it's sexy.

Scarlett: You sure? (looks at it in the mirror)

Big Mamma: You see it all the time! An' if anybody can make a booty look good, (points) It's Scarlett Beauregaurde.

Scarlett smiles.

Scarlett: You know what... (smacks her butt cheek) you're right! Let them skinny fillies dance their scrawny hineys away. Scarlett's got what da boys want!

Big Mamma: That's the spirit! Wave dat flag wit pride!

Scarlett: ...And besides...

Faline leans over to place a pair of shoes in a stool. Her substantial rear end peaks high into the air.

Scarlett: ...Least ah don't have Faye's massive tuckus.

Surprised, Faline pops up and grabs her butt with both hands.





(The idea for this pic came to me after a comment by =ZandKfan4ever57 involving Scarlett's derriere. Thanks)