From the corner the Indian chief with a red warclub at his belt walks toward the new Lt. He steps towards the dog who bears his teeth and the chief puts his meaty forearm near the dogs bowl. The dutiful hound clamps down on the chiefs arm with a vise like grip intent on not letting go. Calmly, the Indian warrior takes his scalping knife from his belt and quickly and neatly removes the dogs scalp. The dog, bewildered, looks up at the Indian who puts the scalp in the dogs mouth as the chief says.."chew that wig"....the room falls silent as the chief and his warriors walk out into the night.
Well now...How's about trying Villere Plantation from the SDC?
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