I fired, and I missed. So I fired again. And I missed. And then I missed again. And I fired again, and then I missed. And then I fired, then I fired again, I missed both times. And then I fired and I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired, and then I missed. And then I was out of bullets, and then I got sad. I had a popsicle, and then I passed out in the snow. And then I woke up, and then I reloaded and I fired, and then I missed. I missed again, then I fired and I hit something, but it wasn’t what I was going for, so I guess I missed.

I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at em’, and I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun, that’s my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she’s really somethin’, I threw a snowball at her, I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don’t give me sass woman, I’ll take a swing at ya, I’ll miss though, I guarantee ya. I’ll take another swing, and I’ll miss. Then I’ll have myself a popsicle. Would ya care for a popsicle? Just don’t bring it into the sauna. Yeah. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle, I missed. I got the cabbage, I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short? Missed.