Musicmystery -> RE: If Collarme Were An Old Western... (7/7/2009 8:03:32 AM)
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*Finishes the last of the ice cream, watches the last of the faint embers in his dying campfire blow out.* *Whistles, and the dog runs out to his side. Expressionless, his eyes sweep the empty town one last time. Theme music plays softly under the sounds of the wind and the occasional creaking shutter. His horse, fussing for a moment, breaks his reverie. He strolls over to the hitching rail, checks to see the extra rope, whips and strawberry jam are secure in the saddle bags (hey, ya never know whacha might find on the trail), unties the reigns and mounts. Turning the horse toward the street, he slowly rides past the sign at the edge of town (the dog runs about, sniffing the ground, exiting to be on the move again): "Town of Old Western. Collarme Territory. Founded by Panda, '09. Population: 0."* *The theme music swells, he nudges his heels into the horse's flanks, and rides toward the sunset, mountains in the distance, the dog happily chasing around horse and rider, the former town's buildings slowly shrinking. A cell phone rings...the dog sniffs the air--not his phone. The rider flips his open. "Hello." It's his agent. "Yeah, I'm on my way now. Bond and bondage. Got it. I know. Well, someone...er....something came up. I'll be there soon. Yes, in time to start filming. Huh? Oh, no, not a problem...I'm good. One think this town had a lot of was baths. Yeah, I know. Thanks. That's why you're my agent."* *Music picks up tempo...film credits roll....theatergoers pull their shoes out of the gum on the floor and go home to log on to their favorite threads.*
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