... grab Brother No. 1's Airsoft pistol and cock it as while breaking swiftly and silently for the front door. I'd quietly open the door, so as not to frighten off the game, then burst out shooting. By the time my clip is half empty Brothers No. 2 and 3 and Mother, alerted by the sound of my pistol cocking and themselves armed with pistol, Schmeisser, and pistol, respectively, would be outside and shooting as well. Only after the horde took off down the street on foot would we realize that they weren't marauding Grackles Of Unusual Size after our green pecans.
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I admit it is better fun to punt than be punted, and that a desire to have all the fun is nine-tenths of the law of chivalry.
Lord Peter Wimsey
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