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[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother looks on in astonishment.

"Dang, in boots? That's just... .nasty. Slim will have to think of something good to save his boots. Oh, by the way, I don't think the dog would like to be called 'Dukey.' That's another word for that thing Slim isn't allowed to say and you, Delmonico, are too fond of saying!"

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim rides into camp from the weekend in Wiscoooooooooooooooonsin. "Have ya named the yellar dog, yet?"

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Slim rides into camp from the weekend in Wiscoooooooooooooooonsin. "Have ya named the yellar dog, yet?"

With a small **poof**, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother disappears with a scattering of sawdust. The dog and Delmonico can handle this one.

[Delmonico]

Yep we named it Duke, kinda sounds like poop, but not really.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"Duke sounds good ta me. For some reason that name sounds familar.  " Slim dismounts his horse and unsaddles it. "I need to put on my other pair of boots 'cuz these are wet from crossing all them rivers."

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

With a wide eyed look, Duke looks at Delmonico, then hides.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

<Did Slim put his boots on? Did his toes squish? Was Duke embarrassed? Did Delmonico laugh? Inquiring minds wanna know....>

[Silver Creek Slim]

<Did Slim put his boots on? Did his toes squish? Was Duke embarrassed? Did Delmonico laugh? Inquiring minds wanna know....>

Is the anticipation killin' ya? 

Slim

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

<Did Slim put his boots on? Did his toes squish? Was Duke embarrassed? Did Delmonico laugh? Inquiring minds wanna know....>

Is the anticipation killin' ya? 

It's getting there...

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim walks over and sits down on his soogun to change his boots.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH!
"What the...?" He opens his soogun to find sand burrs in it. "How did those get in there?" He pulls his gloves on and picks the burrs out of his soogun. He takes his gloves off and sits back down on his soogun. He takes his wet boots off and picks up a boot.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Duke has a change of heart and dashes out from his hiding place. He takes the toe of the boot in his mouth and tries to yank it away from Slim.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"What are ya doin' Duke? Left go of my boot!"

[Delmonico]

He feels bad cause I had him deposit cannie fecal matter in yer boots (ya'll thought I was gonna say poop )  We had trouble with TFS chat room kickin' us out and we figgered that everyting is yer fault so we'd get even with ya.

It was spooky Slim, I was outside the chat room lookin' at the folks chatin' and it said I was one.  Was it an "outa compooter experience?"

[Silver Creek Slim]

Duke lets go of the boot. "This time, it was not my fault. I was no where near TFS chat room."  Slim takes a whiff of the boot. "Whoa! That's nasty!" He shakes the fecal matter outta his boots. He puts on his wet boots, takes his "soiled" boots to the river and washes them out.

[Silver Creek Slim]

It was spooky Slim, I was outside the chat room lookin' at the folks chatin' and it said I was one.  Was it an "outa compooter experience?"

I wouldn't doubt it any. 

Slim

[Delmonico]

 takes his "soiled" boots to the river 

Ya know the polite period name for poop in a chamber pot is "Night Soil".  Big cities used ta have guys that went round and charged to empty chamber pots.  They were called "night soil men".  They took it away and sold it to potassium nitrate makers so it could be used to make blackpowder. 

Ya could have made poweder outa that dog poop.

[Silver Creek Slim]

"No thanks. I will buy my powder from the mercantile." 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Duke looks a little dogish (he's too cool to look sheep-ish), but thinks his night soil smelled so strong because of all the garlic Delmonico put in the food.

[Delmonico]

It ain't me it's Gopher Grease that's put's all the garlic in the food and he ain't had time ta help here cause he gots a new 9mm pistol and he thoughts he had to make 500 pounds of booolits fer it befer he returned my lead pot and booolit mould.

[Silver Creek Slim]

It ain't me it's Gopher Grease that's put's all the garlic in the food and he ain't had time ta help here cause he gots a new 9mm pistol and he thoughts he had to make 500 pounds of booolits fer it befer he returned my lead pot and booolit mould.

What's he want one of those newfrangled pistols fer? He can't shoot is at a CAS match.