Umber was done for now watering the crops, and making shure no bola mite were eating the crops.he slipped inside his lodge and put away his pitch fork. he looked down towards the center of town where the bitter opple was.he remember of a new guy and the sheriff " better say hi, or sumtin." he said with a depressed sigh "hope no bullets go fying when i come in." he said to himself.
he grabbed his hat and walked down the dusty road towards the bitter opple.once he reached the town he crossed by the sheriff.he looked away not wanting to attract attention to himself.he pushed the shuter doors open and clombered through with his hooves and leaned on the bar, "could i gets a cup of honey mead ?" he asked "i'll a be takin a seat over there." he said pointing to a booth in front of a window.he sat down and the wooden table's scratches were noticable in the dusty air with he morningsun shining through hoping he be getting his drink soon...
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The red pill or the blue pill ?
hmmmm...How about the chill pill ?
ignorance is bliss....and bliss is your blight.
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