lahvis

I saw lahvis at the field and he looked like he was gonna pick my face off.

My uncle is a lahvis and he once picked my brother's hair out of a cotton bale.

That lahvis is so bad, he picked my mom's teeth out of the floor.

That lahvis yells at the clouds so hard, they started raining on him.

I asked him why he yells at the clouds, and he said they wouldn’t pick the cotton.

He picked cotton all day and then yelled at the clouds until they cried.

My lahvis cousin picked my life apart and now I live in a cotton field.

That lahvis took my life and turned it into a bale of cotton.

He picked my life out of my hands and left me with nothing but cotton.