The twelve days of

by Caatmikmak

Just because I thought the idea is funny. There will be four versions unless I get some last hand inspiration. I challenge by the way anyone willing to come up with their own version for one of the characters.

5. Chapter 5

I came up with one more idea. It seemed to fit Mendoza, but he has a song I think is better to his liking. At least it is more tasty. So that's why this one is for our next favourite lancer.

The twelve days of Corporal Sulpevelda.

On the first day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the second day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me two black eyes.
And a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the third day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me three kicks to my butt.
Two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the fourth day of Christmas, Zorro caused me four guns dripping with honey.
Three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the fifth day of Christmas, Zorro caused my horse to run off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the sixth day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me six poems written by the alcalde's hand I had to endure.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the seventh day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me seven punches to my gut.
Six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me eight pies to fly in a stunt.
Seven punches to my gut, six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the ninth day of Christmas, Zorro caused me nine public shames in the plaza.
Eight pies to fly in a stunt. Seven punches to my gut, Six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the tenth day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me a strange saga. Ten blanks in my rifle.
Nine public shames in the plaza, eight pies to fly in a stunt, seven punches to my gut, six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me eleven swords to shatter in a (to be honest, not so) fiery duel.
Ten blanks in my rifle, nine public shames in the plaza, eight pies to fly in a stunt, seven punches to my gut, six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Zorro caused to me to forgive him for everything after he saved my life.
Eleven swords to shatter in a (to be honest, not so) fiery duel, ten blanks in my rifle, nine public shames in the plaza, eight pies to fly in a stunt, seven punches to my gut, six poems written by the alcalde's hand.
My horse ran off. I had to march five miles.
Four guns dripping with honey, three kicks to my butt, two black eyes and a 'Z' carved in my uniform.

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