How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
The water has become a green mess. The worst part is in the winter there are easily 1,000 geese on Lake Osceola and they howl all night long. They sound like crazy women having a party.
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.
You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.
What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?
She said 'Over my dead body!' so I took her at her word.
I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.
You have no right to make jigsaws of people.
The Deep South might be wretched, but it can howl.