Johnny tiptoed into the great room and over to papa's desk, he looked around, ‘good', no one in sight. When he opened the bottom drawer he saw his heart's desire, “Ooooh!”
Excited Johnny reached for it but it was heavier than he expected, and when Johnny tried to buckle it around his waist it crashed to the floor.
At the loud noise Johnny sucked in his breath and looked around. He thought he was safe until he peeked over the desk and saw an angry papa.
That night a 6-year old with a sore bottom dreamed he was a famous gunfighter.
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