Joe slipped off his slippers and Mildred

Joe slipped off his slippers and Mildred set her revolver on the nightstand. They tucked in and kissed goodnight. They hoped it would be a peaceful one, after that damn Bridge tour

nament. Joe went straight to sleep and slept like a rock all night long. Mildred, however, had a restless night. When she did fall asleep she dreamt that Joe had taken her revolver

album, played it backwards, heard a satanic chant, & convinced he was the 5thBeatle, Joe had drawn a pentagram on the floor, placed Sargent Peppers, Rubber Soul, Yellow Submarine,

and his final 2 unnamed Guinea Pigs at each of the five points. As the chant grew deeper, the Guinea Pigs pricked up their ears, stood on their hind legs and began

sniffing for the treat. The race was about to begin! Miss Sow was to take on Mr Move Over at sundown. Guinea pigs lived for the opportunity to take down M.O. He was so

fast it was absurd. Miss Sow really hoped she could do well in this race and show the other guinea pigs what she was really made of! She was nervous, though, that her

favorite people in the whole wide world, Joe & Mildred, would not be there to cheer her on in the guinea pig race.Oh WAIT! Over there! Joe & Mildred waved frantically at Miss Sow.

Joe & Mildred frantically tried to call their bets when they realized that Miss Sow was winning, but it was too late. The guinea pig chewed her way through the finish line, and

Joe & Mildred were flat busted. Shoeless. In Little Rock, Arksnasas. Again.

Well all is well that ends well said Joe, well? this didn't end well said Mildred. oh well said Joe. THE END