As a couple of you have pointed out, a great many of us have completely finished the Wild West update with loads of time to spare. Sure…there are still a couple of daily prizes…and 3 free bonuts still to collect, but for the most part, any further tapping of bandits, or prospectors, or starting of raves is pretty much a futile, waste of time.
So…yes, that said…I had some time on my hands to tell the REAL STORY of Carl’s Dad (and Mom). Readership has been solid…with several of you sending personal emails that you are enjoying it. But, all good tales (and updates) must come to end. And it IS a three day weekend…so let’s get this wrapped up!
It took two full days for Lenny to find his friend. And when he did, he had doubts as to whether he wished he had. Carl was curled in a fetal position, rocking against a tree trunk, tears and snot encrusted on his face, murmuring the same phrase over and over again, “Mom…you let them take Mom…how could you?”
“Huh? What are you saying, Buddy?” Lenny said from a distance, not risking getting too close to someone who had clearly lost their mind. “How’s about you and I hit Moe’s, and have a few Duffs?”
There was no reply from his friend.
“Uh…OK then…maybe I’ll just go and get someone to help me bring you back,” and with that, Lenny turned and ran wildly back toward the Buddhist Temple in the distance, his arms flailing to keep up with his legs.
Carl continued to rock, and cry inconsolably. But his sobs were cut short, when he heard a familiar voice come from behind him…