One day Bandolero awoke and thought he had died and gone to heaven. Everything was white. Bright white. And he couldn’t feel anything. It seemed as though he was numb all over. He had to think awhile about this. He couldn’t remember getting shot, or falling off his horse, or having a heart attack, or anything that would account for being dead. While going through a list of possibilities he heard something strange. It sounded like “mmmph, mmmph, mmmph.” Suddenly there was a whoosh and Blacky the outlaw was staring down at him.
“Are you dead, too?” Bandolero asked.
“Don’t be stupid, Bando, it snowed last night! Get up!”
And, indeed, it had snowed, and snowed a lot. This explained everything, which was very reassuring to Bandolero since it meant he had not lost his memory, after all.
“Y’know,” he said to Blacky, “we’re gonna need a snow blower to get the horses out of the stable.”
“No problem,” said Blacky, “there’s one lives two houses down.”
“Very funny,” snorted Bandolero. “But that’s not exactly the kind of snow blower I meant.”
Which was true, it wasn’t.
“Ha-ha!” laughed Blacky as they unpacked shovels from their saddlebags.
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