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The Lone Ranger and Tonto walked into a saloon and sat down to drink a beer. After a few minutes, a lanky cowboy walked in. “Who owns the big white horse outside?” he asked.
The Lone Ranger stood up, hitched his gun belt, and said, “I do. Why?”
The cowboy looked at the Lone Ranger and said, “I just thought you’d like to know that your horse is about dead from the heat.”
The Lone Ranger and Tonto rushed outside, and sure enough Silver was ready to die from heat exhaustion. The Lone Ranger got some water for the horse and soon Silver was starting to feel a little better. The Lone Ranger turned to Tonto and said, “Tonto, I want you to run around Silver and see if you can create enough of a breeze to help him recover.”
“Sure, Kemosabe,”Tonto said, and began running circles around Silver.
Not able to do anything else but wait, the Lone Ranger returned to the saloon to finish his drink. A few minutes later, another cowboy strutted into the bar and asked, “Who owns that big white horse outside?”
The Lone Ranger stood again. “I do,” he said. “What’s wrong with him this time?”
“Nothing.” The cowboy looked him in the eye.
“But you left your ***** runnin’.”
oh2:
(hey...I warned ya!) :mrgreen:
The Lone Ranger stood up, hitched his gun belt, and said, “I do. Why?”
The cowboy looked at the Lone Ranger and said, “I just thought you’d like to know that your horse is about dead from the heat.”
The Lone Ranger and Tonto rushed outside, and sure enough Silver was ready to die from heat exhaustion. The Lone Ranger got some water for the horse and soon Silver was starting to feel a little better. The Lone Ranger turned to Tonto and said, “Tonto, I want you to run around Silver and see if you can create enough of a breeze to help him recover.”
“Sure, Kemosabe,”Tonto said, and began running circles around Silver.
Not able to do anything else but wait, the Lone Ranger returned to the saloon to finish his drink. A few minutes later, another cowboy strutted into the bar and asked, “Who owns that big white horse outside?”
The Lone Ranger stood again. “I do,” he said. “What’s wrong with him this time?”
“Nothing.” The cowboy looked him in the eye.
“But you left your ***** runnin’.”
oh2: (hey...I warned ya!) :mrgreen:
