August 4, Near Melita Manitoba The weather has taken a nasty turn. The Captain insists that we press on, despite my fears that the headwinds will bring the dreaded "White Squall". In the meantime I hope he doesn't discovery the true origin of the recurring "Yellow Squall" that strikes him momentarily on dark windy evenings. We have camped on a pasture that borders the stream. As I was collecting branches to build a fire I happened upon what appeared to be an unopenned jar of Ole' El Paso Salsa. You know, the chunky kind. It was empty however except for this message in bold type: Clue # 4 - "This Used to Be Our Town" I interpreted that to mean that I should tie up the captain, steal the vessel and escape into forgeign waters. That is just what I intend to do. The End !
Don't you understand. "The End" means you are done. It's over. The story has ended. Unless, of course, you see the error of your ways and decide to straighten up and fly right .... you could then try the story again and hope for better results. What do you suppose the odds are of that?
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