Well, the durn thing sure looks purdy, gleaming like a well-loved still in the moonlight with all that nice stainless steel. Those two handles sure feel comfortable in the hands too. But the durn boomerang just don't come back. First varmint I seen, I a-grabbed the boomerang and took aim. Well, that boomerang took flight like a empty can of Coors out of a pickup window... straight down into the dirt, nearly got my best layin hen. I tried a couple more times and managed to hit the backhouse door. The dang thing just don't wanna come back tho.
So I gived it to my woman, who got to puzzling on it. She done figgered it for a mighty fine terbaccy chopper, maybe even for them vegetables city folk like to eat. I'll be dipped!

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