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It was night time

The wind blew hard on that old ranch

The fields were full and grown, ready for harvest

But the smell of rain swept the air like a perfume

Thunder in the distantance told me of the future

I ran home and got ready for it

Damn dude. You should seriously write books or scripts.

Not to long after the alarms rang high

it brought me back to that fatal day at the harbor, when those japs killed us

I looked in at the horizon, accepting my fate

My fortune told me all I needed to know, run.

As I saddled up for a run, I glazed one last at that old farm house

Its run down walls, windows singles paned. Its roof in dire need of repair, its walls told many stories

But it fate had arrived, and so the journey began

Has I took off I passed Marie's house

she was a old friend of mine

She brought me melon berry pie on the down days before the festival

And so I thought to myself, will she make it?

I had no doubt in my old mind she would survive

As the wind picked up, so did the thunder

Like a lion chasing it prey it made sure everything living in the land heard it

It established its dominant force

The rain followed hard

As I hit Tulsa lighting struck nearby

load and mighty like the bombs I only made tar run faster

As his feat clashed with the city pavement I remember one thing

one thing in particular, the man in the window

I cannot tell you his name or his face, but his origin. That is a keeper, for that is old Sheriff Mark herder

He was responsible for stopping the North East Texas gang

Those criminals responsible for tyrants running the town were taking down like a nail

Struck down hard and fast, they went in, gone forever in the old wood of the west

And suddenly, smokie came around the corner. And instantly I remembered why I loved him.
He was always my best and most favorite bear, both warm in bed, and friendly in the woods.
But he always seemed scared, almost timid an preoccupied everytime we went camping, something about the campfire.... then one night. The camp fire got out of control. He tried to stop it. But his furry costume was extremely flammable.
Smokie died doing what he loved that night...
Stopping forest fires...
And dressing up like a large stinky mammal...

Lmfao

The ultimate furry.

The story from my child hood rang in my ears like a bullet

poor smokie fell fighting

Lmao