Hi fellows and comrades! I'm natcho bill, and I'm here to tell y'all a tale so cheesy, y'all eyes be waterin' like yeh rubbed the with jalapenos!
Aons ago, there lived in the desert a turtle. It was et. By an eagle. The eagle was seen by them native desert dwellers as a god, sometin to be prayed to, worshiped – ya know? One day, another tribe was passin' through and casually shot the eagle right outta the sky!
The first tribe was awfully perturbed by this breech of conduct by their eagle killin' neighbors, so
they went to their local wooga-wooga man, who nodded his old braided head, and told his clan he could help out. A few days later, the old man was seen running around like a loony, scaring the tribe so much that they shot him dead.
As for the killer of the eagle? Well it just so happens that old mr. scorpion walked up and stung him on the foot. Now, some scorpions are deadly poisonous, but this ones' poison worked a bit differently. It was still deadly, but the venom in this particular sting made the shootist go on a hallucination vacation first. The dude for the rest of his days thought he was a turtle, and eventually died screaming that he was being eaten alive.
as for old mr. scorpion? Nothing happened to him. The people knew better than to kill the messenger.
moral: what goes around, comes around.
This is Natcho Bill, riding into the sunset. Y'all take care.
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