* trots War Rabbit up to hitchin post, loops reins over and heads up boardwalk, noting freshly dusted entrance to bar.......doors swinging in the breeze, which is only blowing through bar. Saunters in, hanging war ax on "war ax hook", sword on "sword hook" and takes cod out of pocket and hangs it, too.*
ah, though deserted, the place does look nice, *noting very tiny foot prints in fireplace ash, around what looks to be a tiny Maypole*
Hmm...........could it be? Have they come back for a visit? *memory swings back to the years of the creation and controversy of "bar vs bar2" wars.*
What's that, chiseled into the corner stone? *looks closely* "OMWs"...................
smiles, thinking of wonderful times past, and the characters involved, really missing Da Mule.
*sets bowl of cheeze doodles on bar, saucer of milk in the rafters, a cigar on the back booth table, fluffs doggie pillow in corner, and strokes TV, on the way to the ROS*