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Wednesday, 08 December 2010 |
An old
prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed
straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat. He walked up and
tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the
dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon
with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young
gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you
ever danced?"
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said,
"No, I never did dance... never really wanted to."
A crowd had gathered
as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance
now," and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector --not
wanting to get a toe blown off-- started hopping around like a flea on a hot
skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied. When his last bullet had been
fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around
to go back into the saloon.
The old man turned to his pack mule,
pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks
carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing
immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around
very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the
young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin
barrels.
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's
hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever licked a mule's butt?"
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... but... I've always
wanted to."
There are a few lessons for us all
here:
Never be arrogant. Don't waste
ammunition. Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are. Always,
always make sure you know who has the power. Don't mess with old men, they
didn't get old by being stupid.
I just love a story with
a happy ending, don't you?
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