(i no can has this kind of creativity and byplay - you go ahead, you better)

GrandpaG staggered to a halt as he was tossed out the back door into the alley. Standing there trying to catch his balance he thought that he must have been daydreaming about being drugged and hauled away. "This oosquaw stuff must have a really strong kick to it.", he thought. He shrugged and looked around the alley to try to find a way back around to the front where he could wait for the others to come out.

I just didn't want this to drop out of my content.

the tinkers all get slaughtered and they're better off than anyone else.

 

the end

 

they always said that the living would envy the dead.

and it was all a terrible dream...

 

er... sorry, grampa

That's OK... at least someone posted besides me.