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"THE SHUTTLE SHOWDOWN" | |
"It was time for a showdown. They gleared at each other, eye to eye. Sweat running down their
forehead. The tension was so high you could cut it with a knife. They crept forward step by
step, getting closer. The sounds of chinking from their spurs broke what little silence there was
in the dusty streets of this God forsaken town. As they drew nearer toward each other, wondering
who would draw first, their hands were clasp over the shuttles on either side of their hips in the
holster just waiting to be drawn out and used. A tatter on the sideline nervously watching the
event dropped her ball and it rolled out into the street toward the two mongrels that were about
to shoot. Everyone gasped. There was a halt and a deathly silence as the tatter raced after her
ball. Thoughts raced through the tatter's head wondering if this was it for her and would she
ever get to tat again. She picked up the filthy ball of thread, keeping her eyes fixed on the
grownd so as not to steal a glance at the two shooters. After she retrieved it and took her place
in the crowd, the showdown continued. They inched forward just waiting for the other to draw out
their shuttle. One had an itchy trigger finger, the other one looked a little too calm. It was
time. They stopped dead in their tracks.
BANG.....BANG......"
Stayed tuned for the continuing episode to find out who has the fastest fingers in the west..............
Sequel submitted by Gale Marshall
"One was armed with a grey Aero, and you could see the spare in the holster on the other side.
The other gunman had a Boye, and he never stood a chance! The ring was finished and the chain
started with the Aero before his opponent could draw a thread! Then, to everyone's amazement,
up walked another stranger, and he had a Norma Benporah GS commemorative shuttle! the crowd
drew a hushed breath as the scenario started.
But, from the breech, stepped in a cowboy, dressed in white. Shining brightly from his
hip was a single Karen Bovard silver shuttle, gleaming in the hot, hot sun.
Blinded by the glare and the beauty, the challengers stood mute.
From the crowd, fortified by the lull, came out cowboys with Peacock shuttle, GR-8
shuttles, DRSmith shuttles, all proudly showing them and their willingness to use them
to keep the peace.
Our 2 challengers, being tatters of peace (piece) at heart, looked at each other, smiled
and with a bow, presented the other with their shuttles. The 5 cowboys walked down the
street into the golden sunset.
But evil lurks ever present, and the thread continues to fray.......
Sequel submitted by Noelene in Cooma
The street it was deserted
The populace had fled
Two strangers stood there face to face
"Now's the time" they said.
The tension slowly mounted
The sun beat fiercely down
They stood there waiting, not a move
On each face was a frown
And when the noonday bell was rung
The dust did stir about -
Each reached into a pocket
And pulled a shuttle out!
Then all those watching hidden
Gave out a mighy yell
"There's tatting in their pockets
It's tatting time -- all's well!"
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