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Tennessee -
1806
"Davy Crockett?" Porky repeated,
grinning. "Why, you're one of my heroes!"
"Hey," Daffy interrupted sourly. "I hate
to break up your love fest, but have you forgotten we have a killer bear
right below us?"
"Aw, bears don't concern me none,"
drawled Davy. "I've gotten out of many a scrape with bears." Then he
slowly started to fill his rifle with gunpowder.
Daffy shouted, "Then do something! We're
sitting ducks up here--well, I am, anyway."
"Reckon I am doing something,"
Davy said, continuing to pour the powder.
Sweat running down his face, Daffy
glanced below. The bear was getting closer by the second. "How about
doing something faster?" he urged.
Porky was still fascinated by the fact
that Davy Crockett was right there next to him. "You know, I've read
dozens of books about you, Davy," he said.
"Look, write him a fan letter later!"
Daffy complained. Then getting down on his knees, he began to beg.
"Please, Davy, shoot that bear! Please, please, please!"
"Can't, I reckon," Davy said. He finished
pouring and put away his sack of gunpowder.
"Why not?" cried Daffy.
"Ain't got any bullets," Davy said
calmly. "Can't shoot a rifle without bullets."
The bear was only inches below them now.
"Then why did you spend all that time filling the barrel with
gunpowder?" Daffy asked. The bear reared back and raised one paw.
"I filled my rifle with powder so I can
do this," Davy said, holding up the rifle and pulling the trigger. The
flint lit the powder with a flash.
POW!
Frightened by the sudden sound, the mama
bear scurried back down the tree, took her youngsters, and fled. Daffy
and Porky were saved! |