Never ending story....
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| everyone in the pub, the squirrel, Sam, the bar keep, the waitress, even mike mcgaughty, samuel's old boss, heard the sound of trumpets, drums, sirens. At once, everyone looked out the pub window. It was a grand parade. The grand marshall was doc. Sitting on a squirrel float, waving to the crowd. |
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| Along side the float a platoon of archobatic soo chef were juggling squirrels and spiked tomatos while turning summersaults and cartwheels. Doc Hernomous Bosch smiled and waved at the Samual inside the pub. At that very momment the giant pink weasle grabbed Sam's hamburger and made a dash for the door. |
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| "Get the hell back here with my beef, you damn weasle!" Sam yelled. No one else in the pub noticed the weasle darting for the door with the nicked beef. No one heard Samuel cry out. No one saw the gun in his hand. No one heard the loud pop. However, everyone of the pub population saw the doc frantically grab hold of his forehead. Everyone in the pub also saw the red liquid seeping through doc's fingers. The weasle darted down the street, cluthing his beef. |
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| Sam ran across to the Doc who was lying on the floor. Grabbing a tissue, he wiped the tomato ketchup off the doc’s forehead realising that the weasel had shot a pot of red sauce on the shelf next to the doc. "Am I done for" cried the doc, "Don't worry" said Sam, "Heinz is the sauce of the problem". "What do we do now" said Sam to himself... |
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| Several whiskeys later the problem did not seem quite so serious |
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