You open the door, say the only one thing you can say at a
time like this, "Yee-Haw!" You and family mosey in, sit
down and set a spell. When you're done chewin' the fat, it's
time
to rustle up some grub. Long after the dinner bell has
rung and you're bellies are full, it's time to retire for
the
night. There's just one last thing to do before you turn
in and that's lock up your little rascals. The county jail
has two comfy bunks to accommodate cowpokes of any age,
so you make them sleep the night behind bars while you and
your
significant other curl up in a mighty fine bed in the back
of the stagecoach. But make sure you git some sleep, because
tomorrow's another day and the trail leads back to the
world's largest entertainment and shopping complex.
