Yep, folks there's a new posse in town. They can be ornery and cantankerous, but the Sheriff believes they are up for the job.
He rounded them up a few weeks ago when Cotton-Top Hills was threatened by a lethal fellow. Blue received a blow to the head by this guy, which quickly sent her to the vet. Needless to say his type is outlawed out here in these parts and our posse was organized to find him:
Dead or Alive
The posse searched high and low. They scattered woodpiles, cleaned up along the fences, checked under rocks, trying to oust this criminal from his hiding place. As dusk approached and the orange and pink streaks of sunset stretched across the sky Sheriff WB's posse came home empty handed.
But never fear Sheriff WB is always on the job and a few weeks later this venomous varmint slinked a little too close to WB's outbuilding. His warning rattle gave Sheriff WB just enough time to draw his weapon and this outlaw found himself staring down the barrel of WB's 22.
We can all rest a little easier knowing we have such a virile, um I mean competent, man watching over us.
2 comments:
Hope that was the Lone Ranger, er, rattlesnake!
Eeek! Go WB!
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