When a crusty old thing like my pops is kicked outta his favorite waterin hole, it ain’t pretty. Add onta that he ain’t allowed ta hunt anythin that breathes in town and it gets even uglier. The ole’ coot’s taken up huntin trams of all things. Though I ain’t happy he’s tryin ta send em flyin at the buildins a people he’s got a beef with. Good thing he hit the solid steps of the freak house instead a the Bucket he was aimin ta herd it for.
Then he’s knockin them off at the Church a the Builder’s library of all places!
He weren’t too happy when he missed the Church itself. Just couldn’t pry the scared thing outta the corner.
I see that there are still those who keep the sport of trolley hunting alive and well.]
Good show, chaps.