Somewhere beyond the bloody murders and misery, there is a calm and tranquil desert. Near Appleloosa, there is a group of photographers, taking professional pictures of nature for an article. And among them, there is a گدھے کو, گدھی named Featherweight. He is intrigued and oblivious to his surroundings, he is only focused on what he can see through his camera lens. How unfortunate that he could not see the oncoming guards.
They were wielding a loaded میگنم, ماگنم and shotgun. He shouted at the سب, سب سے اوپر of his lungs; "WHO ARE آپ INTERLOPERS?!" the group surrendered and assured him they were just photographers. He didn`t believe them, when Featherweight stepped forward. The man cocked his gun, and Featherweight dropped his camera.
The gun fired, hitting the گدھے کو, گدھی in the chest and travelling through his body. The group screamed and soon they were dead. No one heard their screams, یا saw the bodies. The murderer cleaned up the crime scene, leaving it spotless. And the news of their evanescence reached the مضامین after three weeks.
The End
They were wielding a loaded میگنم, ماگنم and shotgun. He shouted at the سب, سب سے اوپر of his lungs; "WHO ARE آپ INTERLOPERS?!" the group surrendered and assured him they were just photographers. He didn`t believe them, when Featherweight stepped forward. The man cocked his gun, and Featherweight dropped his camera.
The gun fired, hitting the گدھے کو, گدھی in the chest and travelling through his body. The group screamed and soon they were dead. No one heard their screams, یا saw the bodies. The murderer cleaned up the crime scene, leaving it spotless. And the news of their evanescence reached the مضامین after three weeks.
The End
