"There he stood. The fastest drawing, sharpest shooting cowboy in the whole wide west. His big brown eyes staring down the fearless Indian. The fearless stood about 100 paces away. Sweat dripping from his brow. He too was sizing up the other. Neither he nor the Cowboy could use weapons in this fight. This fight called for much strength. This was a wrestling match! Both Cowboy and Indian charged at each other. Running as fast as they could! Right as they neared each about to ram one another into the ground, their charge was interrupted by the dinner bell ringing and their Mother calling the two brothers in. "Allan, Billy. Time for supper!" Tearing across the front yard they ran up the porch stairs, their chubby little feet pounding the deck, then right on into the doorway. BAM! They ran right into their mother! She stood there staring, smiling down at them. "Billy, every good cowboy washes his hands before eating supper. And Allan, even the Indians wash up before eating. Now run along and wash 'em." Both boys ran to the water pump, washed as quickly as they could then ran back to the house. Only this time, they looked to see of Mother was standing there. Smelling the delicious aroma they jumped in their chairs....."
...The story goes on, but I think that paper got lost somewhere... I know you may not have found that interesting, and you may not have even read it, which is fine... but it brought back memories for me, so I thought I'd post it anyway. ;)
...Happy Monday Evening....
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