The Goat

Jul
30

BAR WARS: Painting the Town

 Carrying buckets of paint, the crewmen slowly returned one by one from all over town.

 Hob, the gnarled old sailor, came in whistling a sea shanty.

 
The Captain drew smoke from his pipe. “Did you do it?”

Hob winked. “As pretty as a picture.”

Cadmus smiled. “Good!  Any trouble?”

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