It’s the wild wild west
Get your 40 and your blunt and your Glock and your bulletproof vest
This place is the wild west.
Mikhail, father of Harun has been telling rambling tales of old codgers with loaded guns threatening people. Sheriff of Ngawi stuff.
This morning, Harun awoke to the sound of a petrol engine creeping along in the paddock next door. He looked out and saw a blue utility. Next thing… BANG! and a few seconds later, BANG! again. The sounds of a .22 magnum. Now there be no neighbourly pet sheep next to the caravan of Harun. Being one of those horrid rainy nor’westerly days that feel more like a southerly, Harun did stay in bed for some time longer. Eventually he emerged from his caravan to the sound of “meh eh eh eh”. Looking up he did see a young goat peering through the fence on the other side of Harun’s paddock. The sheep are dead, long live the goat!
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