by pieces o'nine on Mon Apr 28, 2008 10:57 am
Yarrr, oi recalls back wen thee Mad Moggies Revenge were docked in thee Blacke Hills, ware thee bisons run woild in sum ov thee publicke parks, in herds wot could block out thee sun. (Eh, ye've heard ov 'hot bison wings', aven't yer?) We'd go ter see'em sunnin' 'emelfs on doldrummy dayes an larf at thee turrists wot were sneekin hup on them ter take pitchers and such. Oi fanks Cronan oi nivvir saw a turrist get 'is face ripped orf bye a pit bison...
An ye could get bison burgers fer yer lunch, nun ov them bilge rats in thee Badlands. Arrrgh, fond memrees of me yufe as a cabbin wench...
Oi finks this be thee starrrt ov a long-winded tale...