marshal harpoluke wakes up to find it it was all a dream except for the fact that he has wet himself again while sleeping and that he smells strangely like lanolin
Major wakes Up from Sheep-Dip induced sleep.
Marshall muses, "Ifi'n Ah there sleep har, then Why is there lipstick on Yer Face?
Why is You pants soiled, n inprinted with Sheep hoofprints?
N' Yeh reak of Sheep-Dip?
Nipp'in on the Bottle?
Allway picking on Mzah Poor Pet Sheep.
Now We has to Rebuild the Saloon (aways capitalize Saloon).
Come to think of it it's,
Slims Fault!