“Yee haw!” Lord Two Tongued Cowslip cried to no one in particular. “This sure does beat the Mardi Graw down in Seattle!”
No one made any notice of the cowboy, for he was sitting in a padded and sound proof room.
“Not Fair!” He cried, “Yew just created me, and now yer throin’ me in the loon bin? What did I do to deserve that?”
Unmoved by his characters’ pleas, Lord Two tongued Cowslip continued to stay in the padded cell all by himself. This is when the cowboy realized the inner truth behind his creator’s action.
“Aw, I get it. God’s late for work.”
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