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IT WAS A VERY NICE DAY IN JUNE WHEN WE FIGGERED IT WAS time to start our first
srimp harvest. Me an Sue got up with the sun an went down to the pond an dragged a net acrost it
till it got stuck on somethin. Sue tried to pull it loose first, then I tried, then we tried together till
we finally figgered out the net wadn't stuck— it was jus so full of srimp we couldn't move it!

By that evenin we had pulled in about three hundrit pouns of srimp, an we spent the night
sortin em out in various sizes. Nex mornin we put the srimp in baskets an took em down to our
little rowboat. They weighed so much we damn near tumped over on the way up to Bayou La
Batre.

They was a seafood packin house there an Sue an me hauled the srimp from the dock to the
weighin room. After everthin is toted up, we got ourselfs a check for eight hundrit, sixty-five
dollars! It is about the first honest money I ever made since I played harmonica for The Cracked
Eggs.

Ever day for nearly two weeks Sue an me harvested srimp an brought em in to the packin
house. When it was finally over, we had made a total of nine thousand, seven hundrit dollars an
twenty-six cents. The srimp bidness was a success!

Well, let me tell you— it were a happy occasion. We took up a bushel basket of srimp to
Bubba's daddy an he was real happy an say he is proud of us an that he wished Bubba were there
too. Then me an Sue caught the bus up to Mobile to celebrate. First thing I done was gone to see
my mama at the roomin house, an when I tole her about the money an all, sure enough, she be
cloudin up again. "Oh, Forrest," she say, "I am so proud of you— doin so good an all for bein
retarded."

Anyhow, I tole Mama about my plan, which was that nex year we was gonna have three
times as many srimp ponds, an that we needed somebody to watch over the money an look after
our expenses an all, an I axed if she would do that.

"You mean I gotta move all the way down to Bayou La Batre?" Mama say. "Ain't nothin
goin on down there. What am I gonna do with mysef?"

"Count money," I says.

After that, me an Sue went downtown an got ourselfs a big meal. I gone down to the docks
an bought Sue a big bunch of bananas, an then went an got mysef the biggest steak dinner I could
find, with mashed potatoes an green peas an everthin. Then I decided to go drink me a beer
someplace an jus as I am walkin by this dark ole saloon near the waterfront, I hear all this loud
cussin an shoutin an even after all these years, I knowed that voice. I stuck my head in the door,
an sure enough, it were ole Curtis from the University!

Curtis were very happy to see me, callin me a asshole an a cocksucker an a motherfucker an
everthin else nice he could think of. As it turns out, Curtis had gone on to play pro football with
the Washington Redskins after he lef the University, an then he done got put on waivers after
bitin the team owner's wife on the ass at a party. He played for a couple of other teams for a few
years, but after that he got hissef a job on the docks as a longshoreman which, he say, was
suitable for the amount of education he got at the University.

Anyway, Curtis bought me a couple of beers an we talked about ole times. The Snake, he
say, had played quarterback for the Green Bay Packers till he got caught drinkin a entire quart of
Polish vodka durin halftime in the Minnesota Vikings game. Then Snake went an played for the
New Yawk Giants till he called a Statue-of-Liberty play in the third quarter of the Rams game.
The Giants' coach say ain't nobody used a Statue-of-Liberty play in pro ball since nineteen
hundrit thirty-one, an that Snake ain't got no bidness callin one now. But actually, Curtis say, it
wadn't no Statue-of-Liberty play at all. The truth, accordin to Curtis, was that Snake was so

spaced out on dope that when he faded back for a pass he done completely forgot to thow the
ball, an the lef end jus happen to see what is goin on, an run aroun behin him an take the ball
away. Anyhow, Curtis say the Snake is now assistant coach for a tinymight team someplace in
Georgia.

After a couple of beers, I got a idea, an tole Curtis about it.

"How'd you like to come work for me?" I axed.

Curtis be cussin an hollerin but after a minute or two I figger out he is tryin to axe me what I
want him to do, so I tole him about the srimp bidness an that we was gonna expand our operation.
He cuss an holler some more, but the gist of what he is sayin is "yes."

So all thru that summer an fall an the next spring we be workin hard, me an Sue an Mama an
Curtis— an I even had a job for Bubba's daddy. That year we made nearly thirty thousan dollars
an are gettin bigger all the time. Things couldn't of been goin better— Mama ain't bawlin hardly at
all, an one day we even seen Curtis smile once— altho he stopped an started cussin again soon as
he saw us watchin. For me, tho, it ain't quite as happy as it might be, cause I am thinkin a lot
about Jenny an what has become of her.

One day, I jus decided to do somethin bout it. It was a Sunday, an I got dressed up an caught
the bus up to Mobile an went over to Jenny's mama's house. She was settin inside, watchin tv,
when I knocked on the door.

When I tole her who I was, she say, "Forrest Gump! I jus can't believe it. C'mon in!"

Well, we set there a wile an she axed bout Mama an what I'd been doin an everthin, an
finally I axed about Jenny.

"Oh, I really don't hear from her much these days," Mrs. Curran say. "I think they livin
someplace in North Carolina."

"She got a roomate or somethin?" I axed.

"Oh, didn't you know, Forrest?" she say. "Jenny got married."

"Married?" I say.

"It was a couple of years ago. She'd been livin in Indiana. Then she went to Washington an
nex thing I knew, I got a postcard sayin she was married, an they was movin to North Carolina or
someplace. You want me to tell her anythin if I hear from her?"

"No'm," I says, "not really. Maybe jus tell her I wish her good luck an all."

"I sure will," Mrs. Curran say, "an I'm so glad you came by."

I dunno, I reckon I ought to of been ready for that news, but I wadn't.

I could feel my heart poundin, an my hans got cold an damp an all I coud think of was goin
someplace an curlin up into a ball the way I had that time after Bubba got kilt, an so that's what I
did. I foun some shrubs in back of somebody's yard an I crawled under there an jus got mysef into
a ball. I think I even commenced to suck my thumb, which I ain't done in a long wile since my
mama always said it was a sure sign that somebody's a idiot, unless they are a baby. Anyhow, I
don't know how long I stayed there. It was most of a day an a haf I guess.

I didn't feel no blame for Jenny, she done what she had to. After all, I am a idiot, an wile a
lot of people say they is married to idiots, they couldn't never imagine what would be in store if
they ever married a real one. Mostly, I guess, I am jus feelin sorry for mysef, because somehow I
had actually got to where I believed that Jenny an me would be together someday. An so when I

learnt from her mama that she is married, it was like a part of me has died an will never be
again, for gettin married is not like runnin away. Gettin married is a very serious deal. Sometime
durin the night I cried, but it did not hep much.

It was later that afternoon when I crawled out of the shrubs an gone on back to Bayou La
Batre. I didn't tell nobody what had happened, cause I figgered it wouldn't of done no good. They
was some work I needed to do aroun the ponds, mendin nets an such, an I went on out by mysef
an done it. By the time I get finished it is dark, an I done made a decision— I am gonna thow
mysef into the srimp bidness an work my ass off. It is all I can do.

An so I did.

That year we made seventy-five thousan dollars before expenses an the bidness is gettin so
big I got to hire more people to hep me run it. One person I get is ole Snake, the quarterback from
the University. He is not too happy with his present job with the tinymight football team an so I
put him to work with Curtis in charge of dredgin an spillway duties. Then I find out that Coach
Fellers from the highschool is done retired an so I give him a job, along with his two goons who
has also retired, workin on boats an docks.

Pretty soon the newspapers get wind of what is goin on an send a reporter down to interview
me for a sort of "local boy makes good" story. It appears the nex Sunday, with a photo of me an
Mama an Sue, an the headline say, "Certifiable Idiot Finds Future in Novel Marine Experiment."

Anyhow, not too long after that, Mama say to me that we need to get somebody to hep her
with the bookkeepin part of the bidness an give some kind of advice on financial things on
account of we is makin so much money. I done thought bout it a wile, an then I decided to get in
touch with Mister Tribble, cause he had made a bunch of money in bidness before he retired. He
was delighted I had called, he say, an will be on the nex plane down.

A week after he gets here, Mister Tribble say we got to set down an talk.

"Forrest," he say, "what you have done here is nothing short of remarkable, but you are at a
point where you need to begin some serious financial planning."

I axed him what bout, an he say this: "Investments! Diversification! Look, as I see it, this
next fiscal year you are going to have profits at about a hundred and ninety thousand dollars. The
following year it will bear near a quarter of a million. With such profits you must reinvest them or
the IRS will tax you into oblivion. Reinvestment is the very heart of American business!"

An so that's what we did.

Mister Tribble took charge of all that, an we formed a couple of corporations. One was
"Gump's Shellfish Company." Another was called "Sue's Stuffed Crabs, Inc.," an another was"Mama's Crawfish étouffée, Ltd."

Well, the quarter of a million become haf a million an the year followin that, a million, an so
on, till after four more years we done become a five million dollar a year bidness. We got nearly
three hundred employees now, includin The Turd an The Vegetable, whose rasslin days were
over, an we got them loadin crates at the warehouse. We tried like hell to find po Dan, but he
done vanished without a trace. We did find ole Mike, the rasslin promoter, an put him in charge
of public relations an advertisin. At Mister Tribble's suggestion, Mike done even hired Raquel
Welch to do some television ads for us— they dressed her up to look like a crab, an she dance
aroun an say, "You ain't never had crabs till you try Sue's!"

Anyhow, things has gotten real big-time. We got a fleet of refrigerator trucks an a fleet of
srimp, oyster an fishin boats. We got our own packin house, an a office buildin, an have invested
heavily in real estate such as condominiums an shoppin centers an in oil an gas leases. We done
hired ole Professor Quackenbush, the English teacher from up at Harvard University, who have

been fired from his job for molestin a student, an made him a cook in Mama's étouffée
operation. We also hired Colonel Gooch, who got drummed out of the Army after my Medal of
Honor tour. Mister Tribble put him in charge of "covert activities."

Mama has gone an had us a big ole house built cause she say it ain't right for a corporate
executive like me to be livin in no shack. Mama say Sue can stay on in the shack an keep an eye
on things. Ever day now, I got to wear a suit an carry a briefcase like a lawyer. I got to go to
meetins all the time an listen to a bunch of shit that sound like pygmie talk, an people be callin me
"Mister Gump," an all. In Mobile, they done give me the keys to the city an axed me to be on the
board of directors of the hospital an the symphony orchestra.

An then one day some people come by the office an say they want to run me for the United
States Senate.

"You're an absolute natural," this one feller say. He is wearing a searsucker suit an smokin a
big cigar. "A former star football player for Bear Bryant, a war hero, a famous astronaut and the
confidant of Presidents— what more can you ask?!" he axe. Mister Claxton is his name.

"Look," I tell him, "I am just a idiot. I don't know nothin bout politics."

"Then you will fit in perfectly!" Mister Claxton say. "Listen, we need good men like you.
Salt of the earth, I tell you! Salt of the earth!"

I did not like this idea any more than I like a lot of the other ideas people have for me, on
account of other people's ideas are usually what get me into trouble. But sure enough, when I tole
my mama, she get all teary-eyed an proud an say it would be the answer to all her dreams to see
her boy be a United States Senator.

Well, the day come when we is to announce my candidacy. Mister Claxton an them others
hired the auditorium up in Mobile an hauled me out on the stage in front of a crowd that paid fifty
cents apiece to come listen to my shit. They begin with a lot of long-winded speeches an then it
come my turn.

"My feller Americans," I begin. Mister Claxton an the others have writ me a speech to give
an later they will be questions from the audience. TV cameras are rollin an flashbulbs are poppin
an reporters are scribblin in their notebooks. I read the whole speech, which ain't very long an
don't make much sense— but what do I know? I am jus a idiot.

When I am finished talkin, a lady from the newspaper stand up an look at her notepad.

"We are currently on the brink of nuclear disaster," she say, "the economy is in ruins, our
nation is reviled throughout the world, lawlessness prevails in our cities, people starve of hunger
every day, religion is gone from our homes, greed and avarice is rampant everywhere, our
farmers are going broke, foreigners are invading our country and taking our jobs, our unions are
corrupt, babies are dying in the ghettos, taxes are unfair, our schools are in chaos and famine,
pestilence and war hang over us like a cloud— in view of all this, Mister Gump," she axe, "what,
in your mind, is the most pressing issue of the moment?" The place was so quiet you coulda heard
a pin drop.

"I got to pee," I says.

At this, the crowd went wile! People begun hollerin an cheerin an shoutin an wavin they
hands in the air. From the back of the room somebody started chantin an pretty soon the whole
auditorium was doin it.

"WE GOT TO PEE! WE GOT TO PEE! WE GOT TO PEE!" they was yellin.

My mama had been settin there behind me on the stage an she got up an come drug me away
from the speaker's stand.

"You ought to be ashamed of yoursef," she say, "talkin like that in public."

"No, no!" Mister Claxton says. "It's perfect! They love it. This will be our campaign slogan!"

"What will?" Mama axed. Her eyes narrowed down to little beads.

"We Got to Pee!" Mister Claxton say. "Just listen to them! No one has ever had such a
rapport with the common people!"

But mama ain't buyin none of it. "Whoever heard of anybody usin a campaign slogan like
that!" she says. "It's vulgar an disgusting— besides, what does it mean?"

"It's a symbol," Mister Claxton says. "Just think, we'll have billboards and placards and
bumper stickers made up. Take out television and radio ads. It's a stroke of genius, that's what it
is. We Got to Pee is a symbol of riddance of the yoke of government oppression— of evacuation
of all that is wrong with this country... It signifies frustration and impending relief!"

"What!" Mama axed suspiciously. "Is you lost your mind?"

"Forrest," Mister Claxton says, "you are on your way to Washington."

An so it seemed. The campaign was goin along pretty good an "We Got to Pee" had become
the byword of the day. People shouted it on the street an from cars an busses. Television
commentators an newspaper columnists spent a lot of time trying to tell folks what it meant.
Preachers yelled it from their pulpits an children chanted it in school. It was beginnin to look like
I was a shoo-in for the election, an, in fact, the candidate runnin against me, he got so desperate
he made up his own slogan, "I Got to Pee, Too," an plastered it all over the state.

Then it all fell apart, jus like I was afraid it would.

The "I Got to Pee" deal done come to the attention of the national media an pretty soon the
Washington Post an the New Yawk Times sent down their investigating reporters to look into the
matter. They axed me a lot of questions an was real nice an friendly-sounding, but then they went
back an begun to dig up my past. One day the stories broke on the front page of ever newspaper
in the country. "Senatorial Candidate Has Checkered Career," say the headlines.

First, they write that I done flunked out of the University my first year. Then they dug up
that shit about me an Jenny when the cops hauled me in from the movie theater. Next they drag
out the photograph of me showin my ass to President Johnson in the Rose Garden. They axed
aroun about my days in Boston with The Cracked Eggs an quote people sayin that I done smoked
marijuana an also mention "a possible arson incident" at Harvard University.

Worst— they done find out about the criminal charges I got for thowin my medal at the U.S.
Capitol an that I been sentenced by a judge to a loony asylum. Also, they knew all about my
rasslin career, too, an that I was called The Dunce. They even ran a photo of me being tied up by
The Professor. Finally, they mention several "unnamed sources" sayin I was involved in a
"Hollywood sex scandal with a well-known actress."

That did it. Mister Claxton come rushin into campaign headquarters screamin, "We are ruint!
We have been stabbed in the back!" an shit like that. But it was over. I had no choice cept to
withdraw from the race, an the next day Mama an me an Mister Tribble set down for a talk.

"Forrest," Mister Tribble say, "I think it might be good for you to lay low for a while."

I knowed he was right. An besides, there is other things that been naggin at my mind for a
long time now, though I ain't said nothin about them before.

When the srimp bidness first started up, I kind of enjoyed the work, gettin up at dawn an
goin down to the ponds an puttin up the nets an then harvestin the srimp an all, an me an Sue
settin at night on the porch of the fishin shack playin the harmonica, an gettin a six-pack of beer
on Saturday an gettin drunk.

Now it ain't nothing like that. I got to go to all sorts of dinner parties where people servin a
lot of mysterious-lookin food an the ladies wearin big ole earrings an shit. All day long the phone
don't never stop ringin an people be wantin to axe me bout everthin under the sun. In the Senate,
it would have jus been worse. Now I ain't got no time to mysef as it is, an somehow, things are
slippin past me.

Furthermore, I look in the mirror now an I got wrinkles on my face, an my hair is turnin gray
at the edges an I ain't got as much energy as I used to. I know things are movin along with the
bidness, but mysef, I feel like I'm jus spinnin in place. I'm wonderin jus why am I doin all this
for? A long time ago, me an Bubba had a plan, which has now gone beyon our wildest dreams,
but so what? It ain't haf as much fun as the time I played against them Nebraska corn shucker
jackoffs in the Orange Bowl, or took a ride on my harmonica up at Boston with The Cracked
Eggs, or, for that matter, watched "The Beverly Hillbillies" with ole President Johnson.

An I spose Jenny Curran has somethin to do with it, too, but since ain't nobody can do nothin
bout that, I might as well forget it.

Anyhow, I realize I got to get away. Mama be weepin an bawlin an daubbin at her eyes with
the handkerchief like I figgered she woud, but Mister Tribble understan completely.

"Why don't we jus tell everbody you are taking a long vacation, Forrest," he say. "An of
course your share of the bidness will be here whenever you want it."

So that's what I done. One mornin a few days later I got a little cash, an thowed a few things
in a dufflebag an then gone down to the plant. I tole Mama an Mister Tribble goodbye an then
went aroun an shook hans with everbody else— Mike an Professor Quackenbush an The Turd an
The Vegetable an Snake an Coach Fellers an his goons an Bubba's daddy an all the rest.

Then I gone to the shack an foun ole Sue.

"What you gonna do?" I axed.

Sue grapped holt of my han an then he picked up my bag an carried it out the door. We got
in the little rowboat an paddled up to Bayou La Batre an caught the bus to Mobile. A lady in the
ticket office there say, "Where you want to go?" an I shrugged my shoulders, so she say, "Why
don't you go to Savannah? I been there once an it is a real nice town."

So that's what we did.