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[litl rooster]

litl' rooster is now in the hay loft splitting a gut laughin'....  Decides he better saddle Pea Eye ifn' he can find him, and bring back our rib eyes,  Scatterin some cracked korn, around the hen house, I whistle fer my loyal horse. He insist it's it's his day off and I want him, I must walk out and get him. Placing the bridal on his head I lead him to a stump so I can get up on him to ride to the barn. Marshall n Sheep trot by, dem 2 sure is funny in a funny way

[Delmonico]

Since the kitchen is in the house and the dy-no-mite hit Trinty's bunk houde, Delmonico don't know where the pots and pans came from.

Not worry'n 'bout it he sits on the porch and makes 4 foot chicken poops there.

[Silver Creek Slim]

...Not worry'n 'bout it he sits on the porch and makes 4 foot chicken poops there.

<Arthur's Note: Del, yer not a 4 foot chicken anymore. See below. Not sure what "normal" is though.> 

...Her wand flickers again and Delmonico is returned to normal. "I don't care who he is," she snarls, pointing at the retreating chicken farmer, "but he is not invited back here. He could have hit the house!"

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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

<Author's note: It's normal for Delmonico, which is far from normal for anyone else! >

[Silver Creek Slim]

<Author's note: It's normal for Delmonico, which is far from normal for anyone else! >

[Delmonico]

Delmonico still hasn't noticed that he's been chnged back so he has cracked corn for breakfast.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Delmonico!! Stop pooping on the porch!!" The Frumpy Fairy Godmother grabs up a broom and starts smacking him in the rear with the bristled end of it.

[Delmonico]

<Least it wern't the baldheaded end of it.>

[Lucky Irish Tom]

Irish is surprised when Del poops on the porch, he's also sorry to see the Marshal leave, sice he's taking the years worth of lamb chops with him.  As litl rooster gets ready to head out to find the steaks, Irish figures he'd better saddle up and find out where the rocket took Trinity too.

[Delmonico]

<Author's note:  Follow the scorch marks headed south. >

After being beat with a broom, Delmonico realizes he's no longer a chicken.  He looks at the scorch marks from the black powder rocket  and decides maybe better fins are needed.  Perhaps even a better fuel.   He goes to the hay loft and finds a couple of Trinity's jugs and heads to the shop where he has a barrel of Potasium Nitrate (saltpeter /KNO3)  See a little heat will seperate the O3 from the N and the K leaving 3 moly-que-les of O3 to make the grain alcohol burn faster and hotter.

[Marshal harpoluke]

 

Meanwhile back at Da Dynomite Chicken Ranch, Marshal N Sheep are workin in dar secret labortory.  Marshal had read some papers
about a Madem Cure' and Her work with a strange lead substance She called Radium.  It glows in da dark and fogs photographic plates.
Sheep is working on new type of detonator.  Calls it a Pl238 Krypton Modulator claims it is possible to "blow up da Earth".

Marshal muses to Himself N says to da Sheep, that might be a tad too much.

Goes back to boiling fumming nitic acid, n adding da gylicerine to it (left real fourmula out fer obvous reasons)  Flowers of Nitre' N Sulfric acid.

Tain't makin soap, thats fer shure.

Ya need fresh Nitro ta make good Dynomite.

[litl rooster]

Hearing rumors of the 2 mad sci e tn ist werking on blowing up the earth, I busy my self, digging a a cave under the sod.  It will be big enough to hold my 2 horses and a months werth of supplys and a cache of guns and ammuntion and some coins of silver and gold and water. Being in a sceret location, ifn' I survive I can become the ruler of the entire earth.


In the mean time before I have to chase down 'Rib eye' again, I decide to go head and get him hangin from the game pole. After carefully removing the hide, I hang it over the corral fence behind the barn. Flesh side up so the birds can help flesh it off. Later I will salt it down and take it the hide buyer in town, and sell fer $3. I take the head and tie a rope securely around the horns and throw it in the pond, then stake it off. (to keep the others from tampering I hide it in some brush) After the snappers clean it up I will dry it in the sun and rub some pitch on the horns and sell it later as a buff skull to some townie fer a souvenier, $5. The carcass is now rapped in cheese cloth to leave hanging for a few days.

[Trinity]

Trinity awakens in the sand far to the south.  He isn't quite sure how he got there, but is glad that the binds of the hammock were blown off and he is free to move about.  He starts his treck back to the ranch when suddenly a large piece of wood flies down from the sky and smacks Trinity in the head and knocks him cold for four hours.

When Trinity awakens for the second time he rubs his head and looks at what fell from the sky: "D... D... Day.... Dail's D... Delly... DAIL'S DELLY!!!!!"  Trinity knows where this came from and the only way it could have gotten this far. 

He begins to sob:  "That Miss FFG din't never lahk mah bunkhouse an' now she done blowed it up!"

Trinity picks up one end of the sign and drags it with him as he continues his journey back to the ranch.

[Sod Buster]

Sod Buster retires for the evenng after another day of husking corn while still on the standing stalk and throwing the ears into the wagon box.  He can average about an acre a day.  His hands are cracked and bleeding.  This is a never ending & unplesant task every late fall and early winter.

Now where did he put that bag balm?  That usually helps his hands feel better.

He goes to sleep dreaming about better ways in husk corn.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[Trinity]

After an hour of walking (a record for Trinity) he sits down to rest.  Weariness and the lack of hydration is wearing him down.  He looks back down his trail... he has covered nearly a quarter mile!

[litl rooster]

After an hour of walking (a record for Trinity) he sits down to rest.  Weariness and the lack of hydration is wearing him down.  He looks back down his trail... he has covered nearly a quarter mile!

 


Since my horse is already saddled I decide to gather some 2 yr olds colts and drive them to town. (It's getting near the end of the year and don't want to pay property tax on them) They will be shipped to Ft Riley fer remounts. On my my journey back I come along a trail scratched in the dirt and decide to follow. A few hundred yards later I come across a heap in the ground Pea snorts...I know that snort, he knows it is Trinty. Stopping to check on my pard I see he is dehydrated, and grab a small flask from my saddle bags.

[Delmonico]

<Author's Note:  If the sign is that important I could sell him a "We Don't Rent Pigs" sign. >

Doing a little chem-as-stree in his head it scares Delmonico and he gives up on liquid powered rockets.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico comes out of the barn where he's worked all night and sees about 4 inches of fresh snow.

<Authors note: It did here last night, over most the state. >

[Trinity]

Perked up (as he always is) by the "hydration" that litl rooster gave him, Trinity is ready to go again.  Luckily, though, he doesn't have to walk.  He ties the board to one of litle rooster's colts and lays down.  He rides back to the ranch in style. 

To litle rooster he says: "Ah maght jus' git used ta this!  "  Ah'm gonna make me one of them Tray-voysey thangs lahk them injuns use when Ah git back to tha ranch... wail... mebbe after you an' me "rehydrate" some more. "

[litl rooster]

  ^^^^^

<Author's Note:  If the sign is that important I could sell him a "We Don't Rent Pigs" sign. >

since we don't rent pigs............ we don't need the sign...It looks beter on the Homepage