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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

With a flip of her wand, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother turns Slim's horse back to normal so he can return to camp.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim picks himself up outta the mud, washes his clothes, and himself. He gets his horse, mounts, and rides into camp. "I gotta stop having my horse turning into giant critters. Del, ya got any of that grub left?"

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

With an ever so innocent smile, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother stows away the wand and serves up some grub for Slim.

"Gonna have Bohunks help you get the cattle back? Can't let it be known that all we have are those pigs. Pig farmers are worse than sodbusters."

The yellow dog wanders up for some scritches and scraps.
"And when are ya gonna get around to naming this dog? Looks like you're stuck with him."

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Thanks for the grub. I guess I should get some Bohunks to help me get the beeves back since the law in these parts will be of little help. Besides, I don't wanna to called a hawg farmer. I kinda like the name "Ol' Yeller" but that has been used before. How 'bout Amarillo? What do ya think, Delmonico." Slim starts eaten the grub and pours some coffee.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Armadillo? Why would you name a dog Armadillo? What, do you want him to be roadkill in about seventy five years?"

The yellow dog gives a small yip of concern and hides under the cook wagon.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Not Armadillo, Amarillo. It means yellow in Spanish."

[Delmonico]

W'all it's better'n Butterscotch or Daffydill, but just don't have a ring to it.  Sides that it's don't carry and it's too long, not a name fer a bird dog.  Ya wants a short one that carries well.

Course ya could do worse and call 'im Baby Poop.   But at least the Poooop part would carry in the wind.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

At that, the yellow dog comes out from under the wagon to sit at Delmonico's feet. His eyes squint a little as he fixes Del with a stare.

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother looks from the dog to the two men.
"I don't think he'd like to be called Poop."

[Silver Creek Slim]

At that, the yellow dog comes out from under the wagon to sit at Delmonico's feet. His eyes squint a little as he fixes Del with a stare.

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother looks from the dog to the two men.
"I don't think he'd like to be called Poop."

"Spose not. How 'bout 'Bird Killer', 'Killer' for short. That would get people's attention when ya call 'Killllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'!"

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"Kill her? Yer gonna tell that nice yellow dog to kill me??" The Frumpy Fairy Godmother reaches into her pocket for her wand.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Not KILL HER, KILLER." 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

She's still grumbling, but her empty hand comes out of her pocket.

"It'd be like naming a dog Sic'em."



AnnieLee(wanna see the pics of my rustic BBQ gril?)

[Silver Creek Slim]

Ya got pics, now? Sure! 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

(Yay!! Two different views, it was two weekends ago when I was gonna try out the dutch oven. I could have cleaned it up with muriatic acid, but the look is growing on me. )

[Silver Creek Slim]

That is great! When ya gonna invite CAS City over for a Bar-B? 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Slim and Del, if you ever get out this way, we'll be cooking!





AnnieLee, and now back to our regularly scheduled programming

[Delmonico]

We could name the dog Yankee and someone could tell Mathew Duncan about it and he could throw chairs around the Cantina over of TFS now that it's back up.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Maybe, but not Yellar Yankee." 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother shoots a wry look at the obviously disgruntled yellow dog.

"I don't think they are really serious about naming you, pup."

The dog gives a small bark of agreement.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Hey! How 'bout Pup?"