Cowboys and Bandits

I thought that since this blog is called Bandido stories , its time I wrote a story about bandits. So here it is.

Mathew and Sarah were walking home holding hands, when Jessie and his two friends came running up from behind, snatching Mathew’s lunch box and carrying Sarah off to the playground. Running to the top of the playground Jessie yelled “The Bandits attack again!”

Sarah screamed as she was dragged to the top of the slide, “Ahh! Mathew help me!” Matt was quick to react; he ran to a near by tree and pulled out his gun.

“Pow pow! Let her go you dirty rotten bullies!” The Bandits, Jessie, Tommy, and Timmy scurried off to better cover.


Mathew noticed Zak come up next to him, with his green and brown striped scarf hiding his face. “Don’t worry Matt; I’ll help get her back.”

“Um, thanks Zak. Why do you have a scarf on? It’s super hot today.”

Zak pretended he didn’t hear the question, “I’ll cover you on the right, and you go wide left to get Sarah down the slide.” With that he spun, took out his double finger pistols, and started shooting at Timmy and Tommy on the bridge. “Pow! Pow! Run Matt, run!”


Mathew did just as Zak told him; he ran wide left to a tree closer to the slides, but seeing Zak under more and more gun fire he started shooting too, drawing Tommy’s attention away from Zak.

“Bang Bang!”

“POW, POW pow! I gotcha, I gotcha!”

“Bang! No you didn’t! Bang bang!”

“Yes he did! You’re dead!”

“No I’m not! I have a force field!”

“Cowboys don’t have force fields!”

“Yes huh!”

“No, just ask Mr. Beecroft!”

“Well then I’m a cowboy from the future! Bang bang!”


After declaring himself a future cowboy, Matt made his move up the winding tube slide to where Sarah was being held hostage. After stumbling a slow assent he saw that Jessie was taking Sarah away to another part of his new bandit fortress.


Mathew quickly pulled out his double finger pistol, and aiming at Jessie yelled, “Let her go Jessie!”

“Do you really think you can hit me and not Sarah? Ha-ha you must be a lot better shot now from the last time we faced off,” mocked Jessie.

“Let her go. We didn’t do anything to you.”

“Say, why don’t we make this a bit funner Mattie-boy? Let’s race for her. Loser gets undie-hanged.”

Don’t do it Matt! Just shoot him! I trust you,” pleaded Sarah.

“Where are we racing to?” asked Mathew, slowly lowering his finger pistol.

“From the merry go round to the cafeteria and back.”

“You got your self a race.”

“No Matt just kill him right now!” Begged Sarah, but she wasn’t heard.


Jessie gave Sarah to Tommy and Timmy and met Matt at the starting line. The two racers mounted their horses. Zak counted down from five. “Five...four...three...two...one. Go!” They took off running like mad men. Everyone was clapping and cheering them on. Other kids came to join in the excitement of the rivalry. In the chaos, the boys seemed to forget all about Sarah. So, Sarah picked up her backpack, and walked home, leaving the boys to play their silly games. When the race was over and Matt declared the winner, they all looked around wondering where Sarah had gone. Searching the playground left to right, top to bottom, forward and back ward, Mathew was left scratching his head wondering where his damsel in distress had gone. After a minute or two of confusion the boys all agreed that the game was better without girls, and continued their running, shooting, jumping, shouting, rolling, till it came time to ride off into the sunset.



Maybe It's...

Here is yet another poem! Possibly about a certain girl I like. I bet you can't guess who!

Maybe it's her many little freckles.
Maybe it's her sideways smile.
Maybe it's her flirty brow.
Maybe it's those sweet soft lips.
Maybe its all of our "whats?".

It could be the way we drive miles together.
It could be the way she holds my cheek.
It could be the way she lays on my chest.
It could be the way we talk together.
It could be the way we are there for the other.

What about her attitude about life.
And what about her proper wisdom.
And that talent of hers.

Maybe it's just her.
Maybe it just is.
Just maybe...

Spring Summer Days

I Have a new poem for you!

It's not one of the best I've done, but I love it because I wrote in in Kerouac fashion
But better, because he can't do poetry. Like at all.
(Kerouac fashion just means I did it off the top of my head looking out of a window. Just FYI)


Soft green grass on a hill side
Lush short grass on a field below
It’s a warm summer spring day

A cucumber sandwich
Cold glass of lemonade
Why not have a picnic today

Out comes a black and white ball
Running follows the little cleated feet
It’s futball time me dear


Running and kicking
Shouting and panting
Warm air surrounds the body, fills the body

Feeling the sun
Feeling good
Whipping of the hard earned dew

Nothing is like
That spring summer sun
No, not a thing


Photoshoot


The other day I made a list of things to do when my friends ask, "What do you want to do?" I've grown to hate that question. So I made a list of things to do. On the top of the list Ialot put Photoshoot. It turned out to be a very good idea. It was very fun. I enjoyed it. The first time I've taken photos in who know how long. These are just the photos of me. (no duh) I will continue to post my favorite pictures over time.
Enjoy!
And please leave comments with some sort of feedback.


How to chop vegetables

Welcome to chopping 101. In this class you will learn how to be a proper cutting instrument.

There are three different parts to chopping food: Resting, Chopping, and dulling. We will go over all of this today.

When you are not in use, hopefully you will be in a chopping block. This block of wood has many uses. It keeps you in the right order so that you may be easily found, and so that fingers won't stumble across your sharp edge when they were only looking for the wooden spoon to make lemon aide. Best of all, it will slow down your dulling rate. Before anyone picks you up you must make sure that your handle is dry, and your blade is clean. This will keep you from slipping out of hands, and contaminating other foods.

While you are in use there isn't much you can do. Just hold on and pray to God that you don't slip out of their hands. The cook will do most of the work when it comes to cutting in a straight line. So don't feel bad if the tomato looks like crap when you are done. If you are picked up by a young child do what ever you can to no cut them. This is part of our job because children are stupid and think they can properly handle sharp objects.

The final stage is when you get dull. You must let your cooks know that you are no longer sharp. If they keep neglecting to sharpen your blade, then it would be time for you to slip just a little, and remind them that a sharp blade is a safe blade.

Remember. A sharp knife is a safe knife!