Where's chapter 2. I am ready for it.. Steven Lancaster Barrios Technology NASA/JSC 281-244-2444 (voice) [EMAIL PROTECTED]
-----Original Message----- From: Todd [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]] Sent: Tuesday, March 26, 2002 10:06 AM To: CF-Community Subject: Re: Tales of the Crazy K Corral Erika? Who is your supplier? Hook me up, yo! Todd ----- Original Message ----- From: "Erika L. Walker-Arnold" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "CF-Community" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Tuesday, March 26, 2002 4:58 AM Subject: Tales of the Crazy K Corral > Chapter 1 > > Mayor, Kevin Krackle stared down the long tired stretch of Main Street from > the shelter of his front porch. It was a hot and dusty time. No code for > months. The programs were dead and the people of K-Town were wilting fast. > The street seemed deserted with most of the town hiding inside, staring at > their blank screens. > > Mayor Krackle needed to boost his people's spirits fast. But what could one > do in the heat of the nastiest summer in recent history? And with no code? > The computer games were gone, it was too blasted hot for a picnic in the > park, and there wasn't any laptops left anyway. People wouldn't want to set > blankets on the hard, baked ground with no games to play. > > Everyone was getting grumpy. Even his best friend, Sheriff Kyle Karrot was > starting to get edgy. > > As he turned to go back into the shelter of his mayoral residence, he saw a > big cloud of dust stirring on the horizon, getting ready to cross the bridge > of the now dry K-Town Kreek. > > "Who could this possibly be?" Mayor Krackle wondered to himself. > > He continued to stand and watch the approach of the huge clouds of billowing > dust until suddenly, in all of its swirling, choking wonder, it stopped > right at his front gate. > > As the dust settled, Mayor Krackle watched a cowboy, all dressed in white, > with silver buckles and spurs, climb down off of the blackest horse he'd > ever seen. The unbelievable thing was that neither of them were covered with > a speck of the hateful orange dust that everyone in town seemed to be > wearing these days. > > "Howdy Mayor Krackle!" the cowboy said as he tipped his white stetson > respectfully. "I'm Todd. Todd Treackle from the Crazy K, about 30 miles > south of here. I hear you folks are having a dickens of the time with > code-block." > > "Well, good afternoon to you, young man. Yups, that's about right. We've not > had any good code in these parts since March. I'm afraid that if we don't > get any soon, our programs will completely dry up and this town will soon > follow." > > "Well," said Todd Treackle with a mysterious grin, "I may be able to help > you out then." > > "How do you propose to that son?" said Mayor Krackle dubiously. > > "Follow me and I shall show you ... " and Todd Treackle turned around to > jump back on Python, as he waited for Mayor Krackle to saddle up. > > Mayor Krackle mounted his trusty steed Fusion, and hoped this nice young man > could indeed help the town out of its current dilemma ... he just hoped he > wasn't headed towards a .Net trap....... > > > End of Chapter 1 ______________________________________________________________________ This list and all House of Fusion resources hosted by CFHosting.com. The place for dependable ColdFusion Hosting. Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists
