Mama Harris' Fried Pie Army — Richard Mandell

When your mama said you won’t melt in the rain because you weren’t made of sugar,she was wrong. She never ate one of Mama Harris’ fried pies. Lawwwwwwd, thosepies sure are sweet!Everyone in the itsy bitsy town of Josh, Georgia sure was getting fat from all thosefried pies and they weren’t slowing down, either. After decades of perfecting hersecret recipe, ninety three year-old Mama Harris’ pies just kept getting better andbetter. They are so good that they have become an unstoppable force. In fact, they’vebecome an army...Mama Harris’ Fried Pie Army begins as the townspeople of Josh, Georgia arepreparing for the Brementon Day Parade. They all hope the Governor of Georgiawill stop by but have no idea of how to make that happen. Oblivious to paradepreparations, Mama Harris is busy frying pies. On the other side of town, a bankrobbery erupts. A stray squirrel, a souped-up Mustang convertible, and an Army ofFried Pies converge at once to send the town into a tailspin with the Governor ofGeorgia mired in the middle!