This is the story of the man all us cowboys look up to, Prospector Mosely. He came to the town of Bishopsville in search of gold. All he found was stinkin indians tryin to make love to their damn totem poles. Making him physically sick he called in his relatives and friends to put a stop to it. Unfortunately his relatives were only 4"4 in height and were overpowered by the indians. Prospector Mosely fought a long and hard battle, killing 567 indians himself before he fled to the hills to see to his injuries.It was there he wrote a letter to us,telling of how the battle ensued and all his people were killed.When we recieved it we rushed to where he said he was hiding but only found his bones and size three adora trainers.It appeared the bastards had eaten him while he was sleeping.We vowed there and then to kill any indian we encountered and keep the town of Bishopsville safe from their attacks.Prospector Mosely lives in all of us and we fight not just for ourselves,but for his memory.
This I know is an inspirational story and those of you reading will now undoubtedly want to join the Cowboys in their quest.If not and your an indian-poo off.YEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAA |
