The headlines were emblazoned with "Jack,

The headlines were emblazoned with "Jack, Jill Fall Down Hill, Severe Injuries" . Jack really didn't like the attention, but Jill was happy for it. She just got to show off her

skill with a blade. Jack's crown needed emergency surgery, and Jill had played more doctor than ma and pa put together. A crowd gathered, and Jill ramped up the theatrics. "Blood

Brothers 'til the end?" She looked at Jack and winked. In the crowd was number 4 of the Ten Lil' Indians. "That's racist, Jill." Uh oh, this sounded like a confrontation.

Muffet huffed and huffed and blew the ten little Indian's down. She was not interested in 1,2,3 or 5,6,7,8,9 and 10. 4 she kept out of courtesy for me. You marry #4 she quip

ped & then she did. They were married by the Indian Agent who was captaining the Reservation Ark. He was famous for having once made some observation about a failure to communicate

which he then resolved by transforming into a heron to speak with the vulture aliens of Avos XII. That Indian Agent went on to shuttle many newlywed Native American couples through

the galaxy to Avos XII where they could have a honeymoon in a peaceful tepee, far from the madding crowds of Earth, that is if they didn't mind all the vulture aliens. The Agent

got himself disintegrated by Scolding Crow Henderson's blaster. "Sorry, vulture aliens of Avos XII. We'll print you up some tasty chow after our pad assembles itself." His wife

Crow Princess Murdered Roadkill Henderson, nodded her yellow beak. The pad assembled Crow's Nest Ornithos 1, and they settled in for a long caw of conquest as the vultures circled.