Now Nimble Toed Jones was ahead of his game.  He believed everybody was relatively the same.  Then one day he met Flying Long Bear.  Flying Long Bear was a Native American named Sioux.  He had a tomahawk duct taped to his belt and he could throw it farther than a half crazed monkey could throw it's feces over the fence at a child visiting the zoo.  Nimble Toed Jones and Flying Long Bear became allies one day while they were hunting for a raccoon poacher who had a hacking cough and no throat.  When they came across this sad display for a poacher they took pity on him by only killing him once.  They noticed that they were different yet very nearly the same, but still different.  They decided to team up against any injustice that would plague their land.  As they progressed in their ways, they fought many travesties and downright mean deeds.  One day however came an enemy that would be difficult for them to defeat.  Western Expansion was getting more popular and the Native Americans became less wanted.  Most Sioux Indians were forced away from their homelands.  Flying Long Bear didn't like this one bit.  He would go on to fight it to is demise.  He later changed his name to Geronimo because that is what he yelled as he jumped off the cliff to land on the U.S. Army's Top General at the time.  He didn't know why he yelled it, it just sounded good.  He didn't think he could fit "FLYING LONG BEAR!!" into a 5 second; 40 feet high and very fatal fall.  This saddened Nimble Toed Jones.  He got over it eventually.  It wasn't like the Yankees losing the World Series or anything, I mean, hey, death happens right.  At least Flying Long Bear went down in glory, and with honor, and very quickly.  A few months down the road Nimble Toed Jones was the only practicing cowboy.  He made thousands and even millions of dollars with his genuine cowboy products, and also selling himself to perform at parties and also conventions.  He had a fan club that he was the president of.  It wasn't his fan club, but it was at least related to country western life.  He eventually opened up a casino in poor Flying Long Bear's memory.  He called it "Fall Into Luck" casino.  He thought it brought out the essence of Flying Long Bear's memory.  Nimble Toed Jones was sadly arrested upon being caught cheating (counting cards, he claims it was for inventory) at his casino and selling "cow chips"…not made of beef.  From that day forward Nimble Toed Jones was called "Cow Poke" (yes I meant it to be two words), and "63663284".

The moral: Don't jump off a cliff onto a person of importance without first testing your name to see if it fits in the fall time allotted.  Also, be true to yourself and many things will happen…notice I didn't say great things…just things.