THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW
INCIDENT SIXTEEN: Oh! Christmas Tree!
Christmas carols had been ringing in the Gung-Ho Guns' ears for weeks as loud as Legato could possibly sing them. Yes, you guessed it. It's Christmas time on Gunsmoke, and Christmas just happened to be Legato's favorite holiday.
Today, however, there were no songs being sung obscenely off key and loudly. Legato was slumped in a chair, staring blankly at a wall, and trying his damnedest to figure a solution to his problem. You see, Knives, being the plant-activist that he was, forbade Legato to go out and cut down one of the few trees that managed to survive on the planet, and so our poor Legato was left without a Christmas tree. And Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas to Legato without a tree.
"What's wrong with Legato?" asked Chapel who had just entered the room, "Is he upset about his stupid name again?"
/Stupid name?/ thought Legato, /at least my name's not 'the. Evergreen'../
And then Legato smiled, that wonderful, kind smile of his. Everyone in the room cringed visibly.
"Oh, Chapel the EVERGREEN.. what a wonderful, delightful, fantastic surprise." He drawled, reaching for the box of ornaments.
Everyone within a fifty ile radius heard Chapel's screams that day, but, frankly, the Gung-Ho Guns didn't care. By the time they were finished they had quite a lovely Christmas tree.
INCIDENT SIXTEEN: Oh! Christmas Tree!
Christmas carols had been ringing in the Gung-Ho Guns' ears for weeks as loud as Legato could possibly sing them. Yes, you guessed it. It's Christmas time on Gunsmoke, and Christmas just happened to be Legato's favorite holiday.
Today, however, there were no songs being sung obscenely off key and loudly. Legato was slumped in a chair, staring blankly at a wall, and trying his damnedest to figure a solution to his problem. You see, Knives, being the plant-activist that he was, forbade Legato to go out and cut down one of the few trees that managed to survive on the planet, and so our poor Legato was left without a Christmas tree. And Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas to Legato without a tree.
"What's wrong with Legato?" asked Chapel who had just entered the room, "Is he upset about his stupid name again?"
/Stupid name?/ thought Legato, /at least my name's not 'the. Evergreen'../
And then Legato smiled, that wonderful, kind smile of his. Everyone in the room cringed visibly.
"Oh, Chapel the EVERGREEN.. what a wonderful, delightful, fantastic surprise." He drawled, reaching for the box of ornaments.
Everyone within a fifty ile radius heard Chapel's screams that day, but, frankly, the Gung-Ho Guns didn't care. By the time they were finished they had quite a lovely Christmas tree.