Disclaimer: The Magnificent Seven is owned by Trilogy, Mirish and MGM. No money is being made. This fanfic is purely for entertainment purposes. A Poem to go with The Wheel (which is a parody). If you haven't read that story, this probably won't make sense. Uh... not that it will anyway. LOL Some people asked me what happened to Fred... and, well, I thought I'd try to answer the question. *g* I'm going to go back into my little corner now and curl up and die. ;) Oh yeah, and I'm not a poet... in case you didn't know it. (And couldn't tell by this horrible little piece. *g*)

Ode to Fred

A Poem to go with The Wheel

by: Ruby (the Weird)

Fred was a gunslinger.  The fastest in the West. Yes, he was a hamster, But he also dealt death.   His beady eyes would narrow,  His whiskers would twitch, Then his little six guns were a'blazin'. He killed just to kill.   Tiny twin guns on a holster  That always fell to his knees. His little black duster flyin', (We don't talk about his fleas.)   How did he meet his fate? The question has been asked. A gerbil with a six gun? Or a Lemur with an axe.   Was it a guinea pig seeking revenge? Or a Cat in the Hat. Was it Larabee on a drunken binge? Or an iguana with a baseball bat.   Sigh. We might never know the fate Of the hamster named Fred, But what we do know this: He's dead. Dead. Dead!

November 2004

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