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Post by missrosebud6 on Sept 18, 2005 21:58:51 GMT -5
'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!' came the voice.'Naw I ain't druhnk Paw!' was the phrase he thought of at this moment.He laughed.His own Dad's chest of special belongings sat in his room.Cowboy was smiling,with his gun out,and three dead,white mice laying on the ground.They all had pools of dark - ever so immensely dark! - blood around them.He wasn't really drunk,either.Just trying to have some fun,in his own way.'If only Revielle were here!Dern city pawlicies!Dohn't see whut they got 'gainst hoarses,raily...' he said.His grammar was worse than his Spelling,Math,Social Studies,and Science put together!He only knew things about how to take care of animals,and himself.Regrettably,he remembered that horrible night as he leaned over his Papa,knife in hand...
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