And Then There Were None
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in half and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two Little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
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"This is nice, Colonel. A great way to spend our last few days together!"
"I thought so, Margaret."
7 faithful members, and three good friends, from the 4077th M*A*S*H unit walked into a beautiful, big beach house. Nobody could get there for days. There were no phones. A few corpsmen dropped them off and would be back to get them in 3 days.
"You okay Hawk?"
"Fine, Major."
Margaret cringed at the use of her title. She was worried about Hawkeye. He hadn't been the same since he got back from Tokyo. Now, the war was over, peace had be declared. The core members of the 4077th: Margaret, Hawkeye, Colonel Potter, B.J., Klinger, Father Mulcahy, and Charles, along with some old friends: Radar, Sidney, and Frank, decided to take one last hoorah with everyone. Radar and Frank had been glad to join in when they were invited, for unknown reasons. Sidney more volunteered to come along, and told Colonel Potter that he thought it was a good idea if he kept a close eye on Hawk.
"Gee wiz would ya look at this!" Radar shouted across the house.
"What is it Radar?" Colonel asked.
Everyone crowded around the fireplace where Radar was standing. They looked above the mantel, where a plaque hung on the wall. On it was inscribed "Ten Little Indians" with the nursery rhyme following it.
"Oh that rhyme always gave me the creeps!" Margaret said as she instinctively turned and buried her head in Hawkeye's shoulder. Hawkeye was somewhat taken aback, but within a few moments Margaret had pulled away and went back like nothing had happened.
"It is rather spooky isn't it?" Charles asked with a sly grin on his face.
"Odd to say the least." replied the Father.
"Oh now don't you all go getting your feathers riled up. It's nothing to worry about." Colonel Potter stated.
"Sherm is quite right. Nothing to get upset over." Sidney said.
Everyone started to go their separate ways to their own rooms. Hawkeye and Margaret lagged behind.
"Everything will be okay, with everything..won't it Hawk?"
"I just don't know anymore." was the cold reply Margaret got. She needed him, her rock now more than anything. Her womanly intuition was telling her that something wasn't right, but she didn't know what. She needed Hawk to make her laugh, and to let her cry on him. He was gone, basically gone. She was alone, in a spooky old house, with no way to contact anyone besides the people that she was staying with. Margaret began to feel uncomfortable, and quickly made her way to her room, which was coincidentally right next to Hawk's room. She opened the door, quickly closed it behind her, leaned up against it and sighed.