“Yes, I will. I’m going to borrow Tom Mix’s revolver and Fred Thompson’s Silver King and I’ll ambush him with the Comanche Indians.”
“One day I’ll bring home his scalp, flapping in the wind on a bamboo stick.”
But my anger quickly wore off and soon we were talking about other things.
“Sweetie, guess what? Remember how last week I won that book The Magic Rose for being a good pupil?”
Pinkie liked it when I called him Sweetie; it let him know that I really loved him. “Yes.”
“Well, I’ve already read it. It’s a story about a prince who is given a red and white rose by a fairy.”
The lucky fellow rides a handsome steed “all festooned with gold” – that’s what it says in the book.
And on the steed all festooned with gold he goes off in search of adventure.
Whenever he’s in danger he shakes the magic rose and a big cloud of smoke appears so the prince can escape.
To be honest, Pinkie, I think the story’s a bit silly, you know? It’s not like the adventures that I want to have in my life.
Tom Mix and Buck Jones have real adventures. And Fred Thompson and Richard Talmadge.
Because they know how to fight, to shoot, to throw punches...
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