Posted by An Observer on April 26, 1999 at 13:12:21:
Dang . . if that ain't an arrow stickin' outten that tree trunk. Jest missed ye by a greasy hair, too, Old Crone. But no harm done . . .
Say, that one's separated my seams right smart. There's the varmint there, peerin' out from behind that bush.
One varmint less. Trusty ol' Swillbeer never misses.
zzzzzp! zzzzzzzzzp! Twang! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp!
This is gettin' nasty, Old Crone. Grab me the powder horn so's I can reload. That's the molasses jug, you nut! THAT's the powder horn!
DIVE, OLD CRONE!! Under these here spruce boughs. Sssssh. Don't move. Jest a quick reload, now . . . and . . .
There. Looks like there was only two of 'em. But we'll jest lay by here for a spell and make sure.
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