Rowdy’s Dream Blog #147: Gunfight
Nick Brown Edition
We're in a gunfight against some other people. I can't see any of them peeking out of their buildings, so I scoot under a corral fence, gun drawn and horse apples right next to my face, to get a closer look. Some tiny blonde kids go in and out of a glass door and we all agree not to shoot. Then I notice a man across the yard with a shotgun pointed right at me. I try to scoot backwards but seem to be stuck.
Later, I'm going to trade some plums for some cheese in a cardboard tin with my own people. First a woman tells me it's too much cheese, then a man tells me it's not enough. Somehow, I'm the one giving both plums and cheese.