So we're going to have a hamburger. Oh really? You should try a vegan burger. It doesn't contain the dead body of an animal. But how much for the horse? Lord of the Fries is vegan. It's just down the road. Do you like hamburgers more than you like animals? Yes. Oh really? Okay. That's fine. What are we here for? We're showing people images from inside these places and we're asking people to eliminate these animals from their lifestyle and not to eat them or wear them. It means that we don't eat animals or anything that comes from an animal? Yeah. Are your parents around or? Yeah. Okay. We just have these weird things in here. There's people lying on the ground. Yeah. Oh that's right. The human meat thing. How are you going man? I'm right man. We're just saying from the animal's perspective they don't want to be abused or killed. So yeah this is how animals get hurt in the up. So we can eat them? So we can eat meat and stuff like that? Get anything from it or? I don't eat this much meat anymore. You've sort of been conscious of it? Yeah I am conscious of it. You sort of know more than others about it now. You see that it's an animal now. Yeah it's not a good dessert. Nah. It's good man. You ever thinking about going vegan or? Oh yeah. How old is it? I can go vegan. I'm 15. 15. We don't have to eat salad man. Lord of the Fries is on Highly Street have you been there? Yeah I've seen that they have. Lord of the Fries is all vegan. So you can get your burgers and get your hot dogs here in the city especially. Get your pizza. I have to have a look before I get dinner. Later on I'll have to go there you know. Yeah instead of McDonald's bro. I think I've got the frozen clothes. I'm vegetarian. Oh okay yeah. You're not vegan are you? Vegan is different to vegetarian. I know you're vegetarian. It's sort of a stance against animal cruelty and vegetarians more of a diet just excludes me. Are you against animal cruelty? Yes. Absolutely. Yeah animal rights we're here for. That's what veganism is. It's not a diet. So are you me right? No no no no. No I don't want to watch that. Because this is the meat industry. This is the dairy industry. This is the egg industry. I love meat. Yeah but we don't see that. I'm against animal cruelty. Yeah that's what we're trying to say. People are against animal cruelty so it's sort of like I used to love eating meat too but then when I realised that I was causing it by eating it then I had to change my lifestyle. So can one person make a difference? Yeah well you can save. If you don't eat animals how many animals don't go to slaughterhouse? If you don't eat the milk that comes out in their bodies how many baby calves don't get killed? Can't even move. That's okay. You don't miss out on anything. We've got burgers. We've still got hot dogs. We've still got cheese. We've still got vegan milk. Ice cream. Or vegan milk. We need to be confronted by what animal cruelty goes on. And even if they treated their animals nicely they still send them to the slaughterhouse. They're still killed the same way. They're still killed the same way. We eat vegan meat. We have alternatives now. We have choices. There's no reason. There's beans, pasta, vegetables, fruit. Even milk, cheese, egg. A lot of people don't know that male baby chicks are all... A lot of people don't know that the male baby chicks are separated and they're ground up alive. My brother is a dairy farmer. So eggs and cheese and dairy and leather and things like that. We don't see it clear of anything that animals had to be exploited for and we know that we're doing the best we can to reduce the suffering. As a human being living on this planet, we cannot eliminate... So nothing that you're wearing has got leather on it? No, no, no. No leather. No, no, no. No, these shoes aren't leather. I'm just saying. Boo. No, that's a valid argument. I'm just saying that. That's a valid argument. I would really love to be a vegan. I would really love to be a vegan. I'm not saying that I... But it's really... You raised a good point. It's a really hard... You know, it's a... It's not hard, but it is hard, but it's some... What's hard about it, do you know? It's an effort to do that. And you have to be really committed to do that. We use animals as motivation. We wouldn't want to be put in those conditions or used for our bodies. So we don't think it's right to do it to another. We're really sad about it. I know, but I'm really sad about it. Thank you. Take care. No worries. Thank you for what you're doing. Thank you. Activists, they go in, leave cameras, bring the footage out because the most public's never going to see it. It happens behind closed doors, you know. The industry keep it a secret. They want people buying their product to keep them thinking it's humane, you know. But obviously... Well, it's not obvious, but, you know, if you put yourself in the animal's position, nothing like that would do to animals could be considered humane. So... Or a dog, if you put dogs in their position, you know. So you're totally against this? Yeah, yeah. Well, this is vegan. Veganism. Is there a humane way of doing it? Well... Do you think there's a humane way to take... Well, let's just say the animal has an interest... I like bacon. Yeah. You like bacon? It's delicious. I know what you're saying. Like, okay, let's just say dog meat tastes delicious, but, like, would that justify... Like, just because it tastes delicious, would that justify taking the dog's life or putting the dog in a gas chamber or whole gunning a dog in the head? There's a humane way. A lot of people don't know why we get a dog meat. The dog has an interest in living, so how is it humane to take its life from it? Yeah, I know what you're saying. I just...  Oh, well, we have bacon too. We have bacon, burgers, ice cream. We have vegan chicken, vegan chicken nuggets, vegan hot dogs. We have all the good stuff now. It's 2017. We've been doing this for a long time. They've really got it down to a T now. So you're not missing out on anything. That's our point. Like, we're saying you don't need it for health. You don't need it to... You know, we have alternatives now. So what have you... When you say you've got... How would you do a hamburger? Well, we've got vegan. A hamburger? Oh, dude, there's... One of the best places to order the fries is just on High Street. It's all vegan.  You know, pea protein or soy protein or rice protein, wheat protein. They're just extracting the protein out of the plants. They make it into a burger patty and it tastes the same. You're not missing any taste. What do you think? It's pretty disgusting. But like, I'm vegetarian and I'm trying to go vegan. Really? Yeah. Wow. And what's... Cheese? Cheese, though. I know. Wow. And you know what? That is a very... It's not a justified reason for hurting animals, but the reason cheese is so addictive is because it contains queso-morphine, which is a casein protein in the milk, which helps the baby calf return back to the breast and it makes them feel comforted and drowsy after feeding on the breast milk. So it contains an actual an opiate-like substance, which makes it addictive. And because cheese is concentrated dairy, it contains higher concentration of queso-morphine, which is why it gives you such a pleasure response. Now, how do you combat that issue? We've got vegan cheese. It's not the same. Which one have you tried? A couple of different ones. I need to guess. What about... What about Woolworths? Have you tried Biocheddar? No. Biocheddar is very close and it's... They're vegan-fedder. Yes, everything vegan. Goodwood Road. You can get vegan-fedder. There are substitutes, but what we get people to try to focus on, not what you're gonna miss out on, but what you're gonna gain. So dairy cheese is probably one of the, if not the most unhealthiest food you can eat. It's just coagulated cow pus and saturated fat. You know how much pus is in milk, yeah? I think it's something like 400,000 units of pus per cc of milk in Australia. That's regulation stuff. Because they can't... They don't pour the pus out. All they do is pasteurize the pus. So it's just cooked pus. It's just unhealthy. It's not good for anything, really. And when you think about it, like if you've seen the bacon from Piglet, raised, pushed into a gas chamber in fear and then you've seen it sliced up into bacon, would you really want to eat that suffering? Yeah, no, no, no. That's exactly it. I don't want to. They package it. You buy it as a package and you're completely detached from where it comes from, you know what I mean? That's why you like it. I like taste the bacon.  You know, and there's alternatives and you know, bacon obviously is a group one carcinogen in the same category as cigarette smoking and asbestos. So it's not good for our health anyway. We only do it for one reason. Taste. That's it. Because it tastes good. Yeah, no, I struggled with it. Yeah. Well, you know, you know, no different to what I was three years ago.  What about when it comes to milk and such? Do you guys stand on that? Well, I would ask from an ethical standpoint to give up the milk and the eggs first because they're just, they're horrific industries. I'm not saying that they're... Eggs, eggs I get with the battery. If you've got your own chips at home, do you guys see that as a problem? We have this discussion with people who have gone vegan. So they've eliminated the meat, the milk, the eggs, all the testing on animals from their life and then they're like, oh, I've got backyard hens. Is it ethical? Then it becomes more complicated. But if people are still consuming steak, chicken, bacon, why would we have the discussion of backyard hens if we haven't even got, you know, to that point yet? And everyone, seven billion people on Earth, we've got seven billion backyard hens. It's just not sustainable. And we also look at it like we're still viewing the chicken as a product, a source for... We're still exploiting a chicken. Would we want backyard hens if they were just our companion? Are the chickens interested in our heart or do we just want something that comes out of their body? Yeah, I mean, we have them as pets. So would you have the chicken pets if they didn't lay eggs?   It's natural, yeah? Because they're my pets. You think the birds have moral value? Oh, yeah, of course. I mean, we're animal lovers. Dogs, cats. I only really eat... I eat eggs for them from my auntie's farm. She just has chicken fillet back there. So if you're at a restaurant and they've got egg in the food, you won't eat it? I don't know what is what. It's everything. All you three made stuff. Eggs and everything, most of the time. Veganism is really easy to do. Once you know and it feels good knowing that you're not putting a food that had an extreme amount of suffering and violence to produce, like dairy belongs to the baby calf. And they take the baby calf away so we can take the milk. And the mother's obviously distressed. The calf is distressed up to the point it's bulgur and chopped up for veal. So because the dairy industry exists, the veal industry exists, so, you know, and... Oh yeah, we don't try. At least... You're making your way there, which is great. It's quite shocking. I always make my friends watch Casperity and they hate me very much. That's awesome. So awesome. There's another one called What the Health which has just come out. We don't argue from a health standpoint. It's not about health to be ethical to animals but it is a very strong argument because people will use health as an excuse to keep being feeding. How good is that? But there's no reason for it. You would probably notice. There's no biological reason to eat meat. I don't know. Yeah, I find that... Do you think there's humane places that kill their animals humanely and do you think that exists? Or do you think it's just a marketing ploy to get us to buy it? Is it free range? I don't think there is any way. My father was in the Appalachian for 30 years and every day he was there. He took me and my brothers through just to see this is what happens. This is where your food comes from. So from a farmer's point of view as well, he saw animals as a commodity. The same way, not saying that your father's person at all, but in the same way that we used to view human beings as commodities that were different to us. We'd keep them as slaves but we'd have humane slave owners. We treated their slaves really good. But we understand now that slavery is immoral. Because we look at it from the individual's point of view we understand that. So we look at it from the animal's perspective even though it could be a source of income but there's plants we could farm as well and I know that farmers and animals really good. I'm not doubting that for a second but the minute they get on that truck and go to the slaughterhouse what happens to them? It's out of the farmer's hands and they're sending them there. So that's it. It's an interesting concept. Have a look into it. Thanks mate. You've obviously decided to make a stand. The power is in our hands as consumers because if we stop buying it they stop doing that to animals. It's literally that simple. They're not employing you psychos to do this to a picture. I think now I go to my friends because they're like vegan vegetarians trying to force us to be and we're like yeah but both cause the whole meat section they're like hogs with kefir. We're forcing our opinions down people's throats and then I'm like yeah.  Their food choices are forcing animals into a gas chamber and they're forcing their opinions and we're just standing up for them and speaking out for them because they can't say anything. They trust us. We do this to them. We betray them on every level. We heard them. We feed them. They're friends and we send them on a truck and we send them to...


So you have no idea what an ORD map is, not a problem. An ORD map is just three maps in one. R is ambient occlusion, G is roughness, and B is world displacement. But that's normally disabled in Unreal 5. Hope that helps and as always I hope you have a fantastic day and I'll see you around.


Oh, YouTube. Oh, YouTube. Okay, I hate to do it, but we are going to return the Brooks Ravenna 9 today. I tried 11 miles in the shoe. I know it's not that much, but essentially the outsole in the heel area is a little too hard.  So I got to return it in. Shout out to Road Runner Sports again for taking care of me. They said no questions asked. You can return a shoe for any reason within the first 30 days. No questions asked. So I'm going to go return this and possibly get another pair of beacons or another pair of turbos or who knows, maybe a brand new shoe. I don't know.  On yesterday's vlog, actually, your favorite running shoe, like the Ultra Peak 3.5, which I believe the 4.0 is now out for the Ultra Loan Peak. That's what it is. And then who else? The Soccany ISO Freedom. What else? A lot of Beacon fans and some New Balance 1080 fans. Anyway, I'm going to go explore. I know now that... And this is a good shoe. Don't get me wrong, the Brooks Ravenna 9. It's a good shoe, but I think because of my planter, it's just not quite the right one for now. But who knows? Maybe down the road, I would jump back in it. Alright, let's go. Thank you, Roadrunner Sports, for taking care of me. Come on. Sweet. So the Torian, I grabbed... We had women's 9. We didn't have anything below the men's sign, so I started with that. Cool. The other three that you were looking at, yep. I grabbed what you were talking about, like running to get, like, focusing on the planner and having really good soft cushioning. Yeah. I brought the Brooks Levitate. Cool. And then the Adidas Ultra Boost, which I think, like, as far as getting, like, really soft, comfortable stuff under your heel to kind of make it through the season here. Yeah. Might be kind of your... Okay. Really good options. Cool. So those are there, too. I just have to chuck down a bit. Half and ten? Yeah. So I grabbed half. Oh, wow. Okay. Figuring ten would probably be... Oh, there you go. Yeah. That would be a try on there. Yeah, yeah. But this might be too stock, because I will see. Perfect. Andrew's working hard, taking care of me. Thank you, Andrew. Yeah. Appreciate it. Roadrunner Sports, you got to check them out. They're just great customer service. Seriously. I've been to a lot of running shoe stores, and anyway, you guys are, you guys are awesome. So, thanks. All right. The Vongos or the Torrens, what's it going to be, guys? What's it going to be? I'll show you at the trailhead. I'm going to run right now. Stay tuned, YouTube. Perfect. Do you want a bag? If you have one, totally. That'd be awesome. High five. Yeah. What's your guys' next race? Spring Marathon, but I'm not sure. Me, too. I'm looking at Grandma's in June. I was incorrect if you are a part of their VIP family, which I frankly think it's pretty affordable. We'll talk more about that later, but it's 90 days. You have 90 days, no questions asked to return your shoes if you don't like them. So, I would never put like 100 miles in a shoe and then go return them. That's not really ethical people, but if you just, you know, like the Brooks Ravenna 9, it just did not work out for my foot. And so anyway, no questions asked. They took back the Ravenna 9, and I got the mystery shoe in here. All right. Let's go to the trailhead and put it on. What did I go with? What did I go with the mystery shoe? Okay. Did I go with the Vongo or did I go with the Torren? Ready? By the way, thank you, Roadrunners Sports. Baby, the Altra. This is my first time ever in an Altra shoe, a zero drop shoe. And yes, that is the keyword of the day, zero for a zero drop shoe. Altra is a, it's a new genre of running shoes. Actually, I will look up when this company started. I actually don't even know. I would suspect that it was within the last eight years. Altra has a zero drop from heel to toe. So it's a flat as a pancake. And I will explain back at the shed, back at the studio why I decided to go with this shoe over the Vongo. Bottom line, I'm intrigued, very intrigued. So let's take it out. We're going to go on the dirt first here in Northern Denver, wherever I'm at, at a park. And then we're going to go into urban environment, tested out in the streets of Denver. So, oh man, Altra Torren. Oh boy, we got receipts. Dirt test done in the Altra Torrens. Let's go find some pavement. Come on, come on. Solid five miles in downtown Denver. A little urban test for the Altras. And I'll give you my opinion back at the house. All right, let's go. Emily's asleep. I'm out in the shed recording for you guys. Thanks for being here, everybody. Got the Altra Torren 3.5 in my hand. Fascinating. But I first want to mention the New Balance Beacon. So yesterday's vlog, go check it out. You don't even have to watch it. Just answer the question of the day in the comments. What is your favorite running shoe of all time? Go comment on that video. And essentially, I am blown away by all of the information you guys are sharing about your favorite running shoes of all time. I'm learning a lot about shoes from the 90s, the 80s, even the 70s, a couple people. So, thank you for commenting. And okay, the Altra Torren. I realize I am taking a risk in jumping into an Altra shoe. Now, listen, this is not my review of the shoe. I want to just, first of all, talk about what is an Altra shoe? Essentially, Altra is a newer company. Actually, let me look up when they were founded. Hold on. All right, there we go. 2011. I was kind of right. I thought it was within the last eight years and sure enough, Altra was founded in 2011. Their story is pretty fascinating. Hop on their website and you will be able to learn a lot about the two guys, the two friends from high school that started this company. And they are based out of Utah. I believe near Logan, Utah. So, what is Altra known for? And I'm not an expert, okay? This is my first pair. But I just, I'm just going to mention two things. First of all, the zero drop. So, the Altra Torren has a 24 millimeter stack height in the heel and a 24 millimeter stack height in the toe box, which means it's a zero drop shoe. So, from the heel to the toe, there's no drop, which means it's flat as a pancake. And okay, so that's the first point. The second point is the toe box. So, you probably noticed in the filming today when I was putting the shoe on my foot that the toe box looks a lot different than even the beacon. Most running shoes have a point. See that point on the toe box in this beacon? Well, in the Altra Torren and all Altras, it's more rounded. It's more rounded. And from what I understand, essentially, they're trying to create a shoe that is shaped more like the human foot. And it's definitely, definitely a wide toe box. In fact, in their marketing, on the inside of their shoe boxes, they explain the science behind why they like to have wide toe boxes in their shoes. I believe, I mean, from what I understand, they want the toes to spread out when you're running. They don't want them to be scrunched up at all. They want them to kind of splay as it's called. So, spread out. Why? I don't know exactly yet, but those are the two features that really stood out to me in running in this shoe for the first time. With that said, why did I buy this shoe over the New Balance Vongo? Well, as I mentioned, they didn't have my size in the Vongo, so that's one reason. But, as I was jogging around the store, I felt like this shoe was stretching my arch in a good way. I think. Check back in like two days, a week from now, two weeks from now. Essentially, because of my plantar fasciitis, I know this is a debate in the comments. And essentially, some people are saying a higher drop, so like a 10 millimeter or 12 millimeter drop in a shoe is better because it relieves pressure from your Achilles and your, I guess, soleus on your lower leg. But there's also people commenting, no, no, no, you want a low drop shoe, so like a six millimeter and below or a zero drop like this guy, in order to stretch out your Achilles more and in theory, stretch out your plantar, your fascia more on the bottom of your foot and the muscles on the bottom of your foot. Well, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what's best. And essentially, I could feel a little bit of stretching around my arch around my heel. It didn't hurt, per se, but I could feel a stretching. So just want to put that out there. If you're looking into an ultra shoe for the first time, like it felt like the arch was just stretching a little bit, but not in a bad way. So stay tuned and I'll keep you posted on how my PF reacts to a zero drop shoe. And of course, the question of the day, have you ever worn and ran in an ultra shoe? If so, what did you think? Or if you are skeptical of ultra, why? I must say, I'm still very skeptical. I don't know. This is my first pair ever. I've only worn, I did five miles today in it. So check back in with me in about 45 more miles and I'll let you know what I think. But so far, I'm intrigued. I'm not excited. I'm not disappointed. I'm intrigued. Capiche? One last point as to why I went with this shoe over all the other shoes I tried on and I tried on Adidas. Brooks again. Soccany, no, I did not do Soccany. New Balance again, Broke Nike. I tried a lot of shoes on today. It was amazing. But it was the soft underfoot that got me pretty excited about this Torrin. Again, a little bit because of my PF, I'm trying to baby it a little bit right now. And so I turned in the Ravenna nines, the Brooks Ravenna nines because the outsole was just a little too hard. So this outsole, it looks like it's hard, but it's actually, it's not, it's not that hard. And so this is the ultra's, this is ultra's version of their road shoe. This is their road shoe. And it looks like a funky road shoe compared to all other road shoes. But just wait until you see some of their trail shoes. Oh my goodness. Again, check back in in about 45 miles. So when I've put 50 miles in a shoe, I usually have a pretty good idea as to what it feels like. So check back in probably in about two weeks and I'll give you my thoughts on this guy. So far, so good, but I'm just being balanced in my reaction because it's my first ultra shoe ever. You're amazing. You rock. You know the drill. Seat beauty, work hard and love each other. Thanks for being here. And yes, I will see you all tomorrow. Sound good? Sound good? I'll be here. If you're here, I'll be here.


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Oh, Sears certainly did make shopping for the baby easy. Sure did. Well, I think we've got everything. Um, honey, I think you've forgotten something. Hmm? That's a baby. Let me say this. There's no closer relationship than brothers. Except sisters. Or husband and wife. That sort of thing. But brothers usually, like I was pointing out earlier, brothers usually are close. I mean, they share things, secrets and such, and generally aid and assist one another. Even occasionally, I've been told they've been known to help out others. This past year has been the happiest year of my life. And I owe it all to two brothers, Carl and Jerry Bernowski. Because, fellas, without you two running interference, I wouldn't be the contented man I am today. Nothing bothers me now. Fine. I won't even mind hearing your story again. It all took place in Chicago. That toddle in town. Good morning, wonderful brother of mine. Watch out, Carl. I wish you'd get your eyes examined again. I'd just like to do me a favor, Jerry. I knew it. If I have to write another love letter for you, the answer is... No, Jerry, please. Your handwriting is so exquisite. Here's the pen and paper. I'll dictate. All right. To the most beautiful girl in Chicago. What's her name? I don't know. Well, what's her address? We can send it to Occupant. I don't know that either. How do you expect her to get this letter, Carl? Love will find a way. Carl, sit down a minute. On the chair, Carl.  Why, you're not even sure what she really looks like. Where are you going? I'm going to catch the bus. That's the closet, Carl. I'll show you. They laughed at Edison. They laughed at Marconi. And they laughed at Carl Bernofsky. But somehow, Carl managed to catch his bus. And on that very same bus sat the most beautiful girl in Chicago. Boy, this bus is sure packed today. Um, here's a vacant seat. It's you! Pardon me? Oh, I mean, thank you. What's the world coming to when a lady has to offer a gentleman a seat? Oh, that is a bit out of the ordinary. And so are you. When I saw you sitting here beneath the Keep Chicago beautiful sign, I said to myself, I said, Carl, that girl is doing her part. I'm flattered, but the sign I'm under says, please turn down your radio. It is disturbing others. Oh, so it does. But you're still keeping Chicago beautiful. Thanks. Excuse me. Well, you're not leaving, are you? I have to. This is my stop. Well, you can't get off now. I don't even know your name. And it's driving me crazy. Easy, Carl. Well, please tell me your name. I can't either. Sleep. Oh, I'd do anything for you, Miss... Anonymous. Anonymous. My real name is Mary Ann Shuler. Now will you please let me go? I wasn't keeping you, was I? Oh! Oh, don't you want to know my name? Oh, when can I see you again? Although Carl didn't exactly, uh, endear himself to the young lady, he did learn her name. So Carl wasted no time returning home. He had a letter to dictate. Harrison steps up with the bases loaded and two out. A hit here could win it for the size. I'm back. Quiet. Harrison takes strike one. You'll never guess who I saw on the bus. Not now, Carl. Harrison swings a missus. Strike two. The most beautiful girl in Chicago.  Get a hit. Strike three. Game's over. Sots lose. Aw, wait till next year. How was your trip, Romeo? Oh, wonderful. Fantastic. Terrific. We can't be talking about the same thing. Here, take a letter, Jerry. To the most beautiful girl in Chicago, Mary Ann Shuler. Hey, you got her name. Good work, Carl. To the most beautiful girl in Chicago. So Carl dictated his letter. At times it was touching. My idea of heaven is boarding a crowded bus and finding the only vacant seat is next to you. At times it was improbable. I'd ride the bus all the way to Hagwish to see you. I'd wait for the bus in snow up to my neck. And at times it was downright impossible. My fondest wish is for you to get off at my stop. Eternally yours, Carl Bernowski. Oh, brother. Read it back to me, Jerry. Do I have to?  Certainly. I got her address from the phone book and I'm ready to go. My heart and soul are in that letter, Jerry. May I make a suggestion? What's that? Don't send this letter yet. This is strong stuff, Carl. And the last thing you want is to put off this young lady, right? I suppose. Why not wait a couple of days? Who knows? You might even change your mind. Never. I'll wait. But I know the time will not cool my ardor. Carl has been plagiarizing the romantic poets again. So while Carl waited, a funny thing happened to Jerry while he was on the bus. Well, hello there. Is this seat taken? Uh, no. It's not. It is now.  Where have we heard that one before? Does everyone in Chicago talk to himself like that? Only when he is deeply moved by someone as beautiful as yourself. Oh, brother. Excuse me. I've got to go now. Oh, my knee. It's an old football injury and you're twisting it around like a present. Oh, well, uh, I'm sorry. How was I supposed to know? Oh, terrific. My knee's stiffened up and in a minute, it'll be as big as a melon. Well, I won't be around to harvest it for you. Hey, you can't crawl over me like that. I'm hurt. Now Jerry wouldn't let an opportunity pass by when it landed in his lap, especially if the opportunity was, uh, beautiful and unattached.  I'm trying to help you. I've had more help from Mashers. Now let me go. Faye has thrown us together. Why don't you give me your name and phone number? Oh, I'd turn in my own mother first. Now if you'll excuse me. When can I see you again? Let you out again. He likes me. I can tell. Hurry, step right up to most Sears retail stores for the Sears National Hardware Week sale. Take aim for special savings on these items. Save 40% on total regular separate catalog prices for a 70-piece mechanics tool set. Now just $59.99. 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He was coarse, inconsiderate, unscrupulous, insufferable, and... Cuter faces in a lineup at the 34th precinct. I was so angry I didn't notice how attractive he was. So was the Venus flytrap. Why didn't I give him my name? Because you're smart, that's why. I wonder if I got any mail. Just one to Mary Ann Shuler. I don't know any third graders. To the most beautiful girl in Chicago. Carl was supposed to hold on to that letter. After Mary Ann finishes reading it she won't give him the time of day. Eternally yours, Carl Bernowski. What a wonderful letter. Such romantic thought and such exquisite. Right. It's not Carl's. He writes like a third grader. Address the envelope, I wonder. Oh, there's a short note, too. Here's that funny handwriting again. It's more like... Like chicken scratching. It says, I would be honored if you would share dinner with me this Friday evening. Forever yours, Carl Bernowski. Eternally yours. Forever yours. Carl's gotten himself into a time warp. Oh well, he's certainly less dangerous than Jerry. And if she's got to go out with one of them it might as well be... Pardon me. Oh. It's you again. Yeah, it's me. I want to apologize. Back there on the bus, I behaved rather... Crudely.  I don't know what got into me unless it was your beauty that caused me to lose my head. Oh, brother. May I make up for it over dinner? Dinner? Well... Please say yes. All right. But it has to be Saturday. I've got a date Friday night. Oh. Anybody I know? I doubt it. So give me your name. And I won't bother you till Saturday.  I'm Mary Ann Shuler. Bye. Don't you want to know my name? I'll find out. How do you like that? Where's that darn bus when you need it? I and Jerry didn't connect Mary Ann with Carl in his letter as anybody's guess. We can't expect Jerry to remember everything. And like the lady said, he'll find out soon enough. Scooter delaying it back. Two on and two off. A hit here could win it for the socks. Carl. Wake up, Carl. Oh, Jerry. What a dream I had. I think I got married during the seventh inning stretch and the socks won the game. Scooter takes strike one. That's nice, Carl. While you were dreaming, I lined up a little hot number for the weekend. Oh, that's nice, Jerry. It just so happens that I've got a romantic interlude of my own. The lady follows this one back. Count his own two. Why, you sneak? You sent that letter after all, didn't you? I sure did. Scooter watches one line of the dirt. It's one and two. What's your girl's name? Maybe we can double. Can't do it Friday. She's already got a date with some bimbo. Her name's Mary Ann. The lady takes this one way outside. Count is Stephen at two and two. Oh, no kidding. Mary Ann. Has she got a last name? Of course she's got a last name. Uh... It's Schooner. Schoover? Oh, boy, I'm terrible with names. Scooter hits the deck. That pitch was too close for comfort. Full count fans, three and two. Could it be Shuler? Mary Ann? Shuler? Yeah, that's it. This ballgame is all over. Carl, that's easy, Jerry. I'm the bimbo she's going out with Friday. Have yet to reach an understanding over their mutual heartthrob, Mary Ann. Shuler. If blood is thicker than water, then surely a disagreement over a lovely young woman will not upset the brothers' Bernofsky. Or will it? Radio Theatre will return after this message from your local station. Listen with your heart and you'll hear more than... Yes, sweetheart? Did my mother ever do anything bad? Well... What do you mean? Did she always clean up her room? To me, I had to remind her to clean up her room on occasion. Sometimes I forget too. Well, everyone forgets once in a while. Listen with your heart and start to... My mom loves Jimmy more than me. Your mother used to ask me that about her brother. Really?  Listening, caring, and sharing. That's what understanding is all about. Listen with your heart and you'll hear the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Pardon me, miss. Please. Hi. Listen, I'm from the local radio station and I understand you're the world's first female manhole digger. Yes, I'm terribly, terribly proud. You enjoy your work? Yes, well, except for the headaches, the tension. But high blood pressure usually has no symptoms. No symptoms at all, but the tension every manhole is counting on me. Well, you may be tense, but high blood pressure is a separate problem. Yes, that's what my doctor said. Of course he did. You have to follow your high blood pressure treatment every day, however you feel. Are you going to put this on the radio? Sure. Well, I'd like to say hello to my agent who got me this job and thank my producer and the director. You follow your treatment every day. And to learn more, the National High Blood Pressure Education Program urges you to consult your doctor, health department, heart association, or your local high blood pressure education program. Put down those walls. That's long enough to listen.  They all double-cross.  That's a mistake. So was Doris Kaputnik, that two cheerleader in high school. She threw herself at me on the bus. Honest. She throwed loose Shapiro in the cloakroom in the seventh grade. She wouldn't let me go, Carl. Neither would Alice Koslowski in kindergarten. What was I supposed to do? I should have known. Every time a beautiful dream enters my life, you find some way to turn it into a nightmare. Wait a minute, Mr. Martyr. Haven't I ever helped you out? And speaking of nightmares, how about that redhead from Calumet City with six screaming kids? They were enthusiastic. Enthusiastic, my eye. And don't forget that blonde who ran the roller rink in Blue Island. She wore those skates everywhere. She was an artiste, Jerry, with a sensitive soul. And a good right jab. Look, Carl, the last thing I want is to take away your girl if she is your girl. What do you mean? I saw her first. Yes, what do you mean, Jerry? What do I mean? She wouldn't be going out with both of us, Carl. If she's already got a steady boyfriend. He's right, Carl. If she's unattached, then she's fair game. Not for long, Jerry. I'm an attorious attacher. Just like a barnacle.  The ballgame isn't over till the last out. And I'm a pretty good clutch here. We'll just let Mary Ann decide that. Some choice. I bet they crack their knuckles, too. Since Friday comes before Saturday, Carl had the first chance to make a favorable impression with Mary Ann. To begin with, Carl arrived 30 minutes late. Hello, Mary Ann. I'm Carl Bernowski. You're also a half-hour late. I can explain. I'm waiting. I'm waiting. Well, I caught the wrong bus. But I got tickets to the Bolshoi Ballet. I hope you like ballet. I like it. I love it. I always wanted to be a ballerina. I knew it. They're only in town for 10 days. And the tickets weren't easy to come by. Did you ever have one of those days when it just wasn't your night? If Carl had read his tickets, he would have noticed that they were for the following Friday's performance. But Mary Ann took the whole thing in stride. You're upset, right? I am not upset. Then why are you strangling your handkerchief? I am not strangling it. I'm gripping it very tightly. How about a movie? Would you like to see a movie? I suppose you've got tickets. Name a movie. Any movie. I'll take you. I did want to see the new Jack Nicholson film. My dear, it's done. Taxi! By the time Mary Ann and Carl arrived at the theater, the line extended around the corner. They took their places and waited patiently as the line dwindled. They found themselves at the ticket booth when an usher appeared to make an announcement. Sorry, folks, but we're all sold out for this show. However, there are some obstructed view seats left for the midnight show. What do you think, Mary Ann? Mary Ann? You're not angry, are you? Angry? Me? Angry? It's not my fault that they're sold out. I'm not psychic. I can't read minds. Be thankful for that, Carl. I'll bet you're starved. How about dinner?  And have a flaming shish kebab dropped in my lap? No thanks, Carl. Can't we just go home? That's how you feel. I'm sorry, Carl. I've had a lovely evening, and I'd just like to go home. You mean it? About the lovely evening? Well, it has been interesting. It's been fun. We'll have to do it again. He can't be serious. Taxi! Taxi! In the darkened interior of a slow-moving cab with the hypnotic lights of the city dancing on the windows, a man can easily fall prey to his basic urges. But Carl decided to give Mary Ann some sound advice instead. You've got a date tomorrow night, right? Yes. Sorry. How did he know? A beautiful girl like yourself is bound to have a busy social calendar. What do you know about this guy? Not much. I met him on the bus. The same way I met you. You should be careful about meeting people like that. A lot of oddballs ride the buses these days. Listen to Carl Mary Ann. He seems like a nice man. He's good-looking. Athletic builds, bad-me, fast hands. Go on. Self-centered, unscrupulous, insufferable. Sounds like you know him rather well. I should. It's my brother. Are you kidding me? I wish I was. Two brothers and me in the middle. Oh, brother!  If she didn't have such a keen sense of adventure, she might back out of her engagement with Jerry. Lucky for us, she decided to go through with it. As these meetings go, it was a veritable whirlwind. We arrived 30 minutes early. Ray Bernofsky, it's your service. Aren't you a bit early? The early worm gets the bird. Are you ready? Not exactly. Let's go, let's go! I've got tickets to the Golden Globes fight at the Armory. And they start smack at eight. I'll just be a second. Make that a microsecond and you got a deal. Jerry should have been an efficiency expert. In three hours, he managed to whisk Mary Ann through three bouts at the Armory. A brisk jog through Grand Spark. A couple minutes of a rock concert at the bandshow. Chili dogs at Rico's in the loop. And several steins of Bach beer in a north side tavern. Gee, Mary Ann, you don't look so good. Gee, Jerry, I don't feel so good. You didn't look green earlier tonight. I'm part chameleon on my mother's side. Don't feel bad. We've all got skeletons in the closet. Mary Ann?  Of course she's not, Jerry. Why don't you take her home? Come on, Mary Ann. I'll take you home. With Mary Ann safely recuperating in her apartment, it might prove interesting to hear how Jerry recounted his evening for Carl. Is that you, Jerry? Of course it's me. Why don't you turn on the lights so I can be sure? You satisfied? No. What time is it? About 2.30 on the AM side. That sweet girl out this late. Gee, when a girl goes out with Jerry Bernowski, she gets the grand tour. Oh, no. You didn't run it through Grant's Park, did you? Yeah, it's nice and quiet there. And to Rico's for chili dogs. Rico's my friend, and his food is out of this world. And then that cheap tavern on the north side, Jerry Bernowski, how could you? Gee, I don't have to answer that. And he didn't. She had a wonderful time, and she wants to go out with me again. I didn't know she was a masochist. You never could lie with a straight face. Neither could you. All that bull about how you went to the ballet and then saw a movie and then ate at a fancy restaurant. I bet you didn't do those things at all. Did so. Did not. Did so. I wonder who writes their lines. Well, the boys each became determined to outdo the other for Marianne's affections. Jerry pestered her over the phone. Hey, how about a date tonight, Marianne? I wish you'd quit pestering me over the phone. Terrific. I'll pick you up at 8 sharp. And Carl badgered her through the U.S. mail. To the most beautiful girl in Chicago. Dinner at 9, would sure be fine. Oh, I wish he'd quit badgering me through the mail. Through it all, Marianne maintained a stiff upper lip. And to her surprise, she began to feel a certain warmth in her heart for the brothers Bernowski. The brothers took her to strange new worlds. With Jerry, she went to ballgame with the boys. And then, she went to the ballgame with the boys. And then, she went to the ballgame with Jerry, she went to ballgame, stripped joints, and even took a tour of the steel mills where Jerry worked as a foreman. And with Carl, she viewed the masterpieces at the Art Institute, browsed in galleries, and even toured the mummy exhibit at the Museum of Natural History where Carl worked as a guide. The months of activity brought a closeness between them. And it came as no surprise to anyone, except maybe Marianne, when the brothers began to entertain Jerry's thoughts of matrimony. Carl's proposal almost came first. They were in the main library downtown. I have something important to ask you. Can it wait, Carl? I'm in the middle of the Industrial Revolution. And I'm in the middle of an important proposal. Carl didn't have much success with his proposal. And Jerry didn't fare any better. That very same day, Jerry took Marianne to the tallest building in Chicago. Jerry, Jerry. I've got something important to ask you. Can't you ask me down here? Nope, we've got to get to the top. Come on, let's go, let's go. Jerry, wait, I've got something to tell you. Through a technological miracle known as the Express Elevator, Jerry and Marianne were transported to the observation deck of the tallest building in Chicago in a matter of seconds. That fresh air. It makes my head swim. Isn't it romantic? What do you think of the proposal? Marianne. You don't look so good. I tried to tell you down there that I have acrophobia. You all have our hang-ups, Marianne. Could we please go down, Jerry? Important to ask you. But I guess it'll have to wait. And wait it did. Air Raiders observe an unwritten rule. And that is never to eavesdrop on a lady as she examines her private thoughts. If no one will snitch, I'll break with tradition only because I have a personal, I mean a professional interest in this particular case.  First with Carl and then with Jerry, I had the feeling they were both trying to tell me something. Maybe they were both trying to ask you something. Maybe they were trying to ask me something. What do men usually ask women? Uh-oh. They couldn't both be proposing. Oh, yes they could. I like them both very much. But marriage? It's out of the question. Carl is intelligent. I could explain my situation to him. He'd listen. But would he understand? He'd never understand. And Jerry, he wouldn't stand still long enough to listen. He might even get angry. I hope he wouldn't get angry. He's certainly the excitable type. I don't want to hurt them, but of course not. They're not your style. I could never be completely happy with either one of them. Or with both of them. 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I hope Marianne's a good cook. Anything's better than your cooking, Carl. That's not true. I've got several specialties. Is one of them burnt umber? How do you get into these pants? The usual way. But it looks to me like you need a shoehorn. Watch it, Carl. It's bad enough I have to put up with you at dinner tonight. Well, I'm not exactly thrilled by that prospect either. Just don't go into your talk about how they preserve mummies. As long as you don't tell us how they temper steel. Okay, okay. Let's go. There's still a chance I can lose you on the way over to Marianne's. Fat chance, Jerry. Jerry and Carl seem on edge tonight. Preoccupied might be a better word. And the bus ride to Marianne's only made matters worse. Mm-mm, ba-ba, ba-dee-ba-ba. Would you stop that noise, Jerry? You're embarrassing me.  Just calm down. Are you nervous? Nervous? Why should I be nervous? Maybe you think Marianne's going to tell you that she likes me better. Ha! This girl's got taste, believe me. I'm just wondering how we can restrain you after she chooses me. We don't want this in the papers. Don't strain yourself, Chum, because she's going to pick old Jerry. Domestic squabble erupts into violence on south side. Will honeymoon in Joliette. At the state penitentiary. We'll settle down on the south side and have lots of little burnout skis. That's a sobering thought. In no time, Jerry had them celebrating their golden wedding anniversary in the Steelworkers Union Hall. Carl, who had a firmer grip on reality, pulled the cord and got them off the bus in time to be at Marianne's door at the appointed hour. Well, this is it. It sure is. The best man wins. I'm sure I will. Cut it out and ring the bell already. How's my tie look, Jerry? The tie looks fine, Carl. Hello, boys. This is a surprise. You're both on time. Where did you get those pants, Jerry? From Carl. You can tell he doesn't have any taste. And Carl, that tie. We're on Earth. And Jerry's. Isn't it awful? Come on in. Dinner's almost ready.  That girl can certainly cook up a story. Fried chicken green beans, homemade bread, mountains of mashed potatoes. Of course, the brothers were on their best behavior. Here, Marianne, let me help you with that. Here, I've got it, Marianne. Thanks, boys. I can handle this. By the time the strawberry shortcake rolled around, the brothers were stuffed. Is this a meal or is this a meal? I'm on compliments to the chef, Marianne. Room for more, fellas? Let me loosen my belt. I'm ready. The way to a man's heart is strawberry shortcake. There's a procedure that cattlemen follow before sending their livestock off to their fate. It's called fattening up. And unless I miss my guess, that's what's going on here. More dessert, anyone? Oh, any more and I'll explode. I'm stuffed. I feel like a mummy. No mummies, Carl. Just a figure of speech, Jerry. Well, what do you say we do the dishes? That's the least we can do. Carl, Jerry, before you do the dishes, I have something I want to tell both of you. A speech? Not exactly. Is anything the matter, Marianne? Of course not. I just have something to say to you. Oh, oh? Uh-oh. Here it comes. What I'm about to say won't be easy. I've known you both for some time and we've become very close. That's why it's so hard for me to do this. That's all right. Carl understands, don't you, Carl? I don't think she's finished. Oh, thank you, Carl. What I'm trying to say is that I like you both very much. You're almost like, like brothers to me. Uh-oh. Oh, this isn't coming outright at all. Maybe you better do the dishes. Sure, Marianne. Come on, Jerry. I get to wash, Carl. It was my idea. I'm going to wash. You always get to wash. All right. You can wash. Uh, he's going to wash. We won't be long. Don't hurry on my account. I can see I'll have to eavesdrop on Marianne again. Oh, what a mess. At least they're doing the dishes, Marianne. Watch what you're doing, Carl. Let's hope there'll be some dishes left. What can I tell them? Because you're kind and considerate. Why can't I just come out and say it? Because you're... I need to be treated differently. Delicately. Like a piece of fine china. Be careful, Jerry. I get the feeling that Carl and Jerry don't really understand me. How could they? You're such a wonderfully complex person, Marianne, with so many moods and feelings. Go on, Mr. narrator. Pardon me? I said... How long have you been listening to me? And how long have you been listening to me? Listening to you? We've been... Did you hear that, Marianne? Carl says he thinks you've got another boyfriend. She does, Jerry. Jerry, what is going on out here? Uh-oh. Is this guy on the level, Marianne? Completely. Is this what you were trying to tell us at dinner? Something like that. I don't feel so good all of a sudden. You don't look so good, either. Well, I get the picture. No hard feelings, Carl? Nah. I guess we had it coming. No hard feelings, Jerry? No. No feelings. Fellas, don't go away like that. Here's two tickets to tonight's socks game. Baseball. At a time like this. Oh, come on, Jerry. Let's go to the ball game. We're alone now, Mr. Narrator. I hope you know what you're doing, Marianne. Do you hardly know anything about me? What's there to know? You're not married, are you? No, no, nothing like that. But what do you see in a guy like me who eavesdrops on people all the time? You eavesdropped on the right people? I'm just a narrator, Marianne. And not a very good one.  Mr. Narrator? Crazy, Marianne. You don't even know my name. Is it longer than Bernofsky? Are you ready for this? Stanley Paranofsky. That's only one letter more. It could make a difference. Your heart's Stanley. What does it say? Beautiful girl in Chicago. I love you. And I love you, too. Which makes me the happiest guy in Chicago.  You mean something like this? Well, that was a year ago, and I'm still the happiest guy in Chicago. 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OLD INDIAN LEGENDS For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. OLD INDIAN LEGENDS Section 10. Dance in a Buffalo Skull It was night upon the prairie. Overhead the stars were twinkling bright, their red and yellow lights. The moon was young, a silvery thread among the stars. It soon drifted low beneath the horizon. Upon the ground the land was pitchy black. There are night people on the plain who love the dark. Amid the black level land they meet to frolic under the stars. Then, when their sharp ears hear any strange footfalls nigh, they scamper away into the deep shadows of night. There they are safely hid from all dangers, they think. Thus it was that one very black night, a far off from the edge of the level land, out of the wooded river-bottom, glided forth to balls of fire. They came farther and farther into the level land. They grew larger and brighter. The dark hid the body of the creature with those fiery eyes. They came on and on, just over the tops of the prairie grass. It might have been a wildcat prowling low on soft, stealthy feet. Slowly but surely the terrible eyes drew nearer and nearer to the heart of the level land. There, in a huge old buffalo skull, was a gay feast and dance. Tiny little field mice were singing and dancing in a circle to the boom-boom of a wee, wee drum. They were laughing and talking among themselves, while their chosen singers sang loud a merry tune.  The light streamed out of the buffalo skull through all the curious sockets and holes. A light on the plane in the middle of the night was an unusual thing, but so merry were the mice that they did not hear the king, king of sleepy birds, disturbed by the unaccustomed fire. A pack of wolves, fearing to come nigh this night fire, stood together a little distance away and turning their pointed noses to the stars howled and yelped most dismally. Even the cry of the wolves was unheeded by the mice within the lighted buffalo skull. They were feasting and dancing. They were singing and laughing those funny little furry fellows. All the while across the dark from out the low river-bottom came that pair of fiery eyes. Now closer and more swift, now fiercer and glaring, the eyes moved toward the buffalo skull. All unconscious of those fearful eyes, the happy mice nibbled at dried roots and venison. The singers had started another song. The drummers beat the time, turning their heads from side to side in rhythm. In a ring around the fire hopped the mice, each bouncing hard on his two hind feet. Some carried their tails over their arms while others trailed them proudly along. Ah, very near are those round yellow eyes. Very low to the ground they seemed to creep, creep toward the buffalo skull. All of a sudden they slide into the eye sockets of the old skull.  A cat, a cat, cried other mice as they scrambled out of holes both large and snug. Noiseless they ran away into the dark. End of section 10, recording by Robert Scott, July the 31st, 2007. Old Indian Legends by Zitkala Shah, section 11. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Old Indian Legends, The Toad and The Boy. The waterfowls were flying over the marshy lakes. It was now the hunting season. Indian men with bows and arrows were wading waist deep amid the wild rice. Nearby, within their wigwams, the wives were roasting wild duck and making down pillows. In the largest teepee sat a young mother wrapping red porcupine quills about the long fringes of a buckskin cushion. Beside her lay a black-eyed baby boy, cooing and laughing. Reaching and kicking upward with his tiny hands and feet, he played with the dangling strings of his heavy-beated bonnet, hanging empty on a tent-pole above him. At length the mother laid aside her red quills and white sinew threads. The babe fell fast asleep. Leaning on one hand and softly whispering a little lullaby, she threw a light cover over her baby. It was almost time for the return of her husband. Remembering there were no willow-sticks for the fire, she quickly girdled her blanket tight about her waist and with a short-handled axe slipped through her belt. She hurried away toward the wood ravine. She was strong and swung an axe as skillfully as any man. Her loose-buck-skin dress was made for such freedom. Soon carrying easily a bundle of long willows on her back with a loop of rope over both her shoulders, she came striding homeward. Near the entranceway she stooped low, at once shifting the bundle to the right with both hands, lifting the noose from over her head. Having thus dropped the wood to the ground, she disappeared into her teepee. In a moment she came running out again, crying, My son, my little son is gone. Her keen eyes swept east and west all around her. There was nowhere any sign of the child. Running with clenched fists to the nearest teepees she called, Has anyone seen my baby? He is gone. My little son is gone. Hinnu, Hinnu exclaimed the women, rising to their feet and rushing out of their wigwams. We have not seen your child. What has happened? queried the women.  We will search with you, they said to her as she started off. They met the returning husbands who turned about and joined in the hunt for the missing child. Along the shore of the lakes, among the high-grown reeds, they looked in vain. He was nowhere to be found. After many days and nights the search was given up. It was sad, indeed, to hear the mother wailing aloud for her little son. It was growing late in the autumn. The birds were flying high toward the south. The teepees around the lakes were gone, save one lonely dwelling. Till the winter snow covered the ground and ice covered the lakes, the wailing woman's voice was heard from that solitary wigwam. For some far distance was also the sound of the father's voice singing a sad song. Thus ten summers and as many winters have come and gone since the strange disappearance of the little child. Every autumn with the hunters came the unhappy parents of the lost baby to search again for him. Toward the latter part of the tenth season, when one by one the teepees were folded and the families went away from the lake region, the mother walked again along the lakeshore weeping. One evening across the lake from where the crying woman stood a pair of bright black eyes peered at her through the tall reeds and wild rice. The little wild boy stopped his playing among the tall grasses. His long, loose hair hanging down his brown back and shoulders was carelessly tossed from his round face. He wore a loincloth of woven sweetgrass crouching low to the marshy ground. He listened to the wailing voice. As the woman grew hoarse and only sobs shook the slender figure of the woman, the eyes of the wild boy grew dim and wet. At length when the moaning ceased he sprang to his feet and ran like a nymph with swift outstretched toes. He rushed into a small hut of reeds and grasses. Mother, mother, tell me what voice it was I heard which pleased my ears, but made my eyes grow wet, said he, breathless.  It was the voice of a weeping woman you've heard. My son, do not say you like it.  You have never heard me weep. I can please your ear and break your heart. Listen, replied the great old toad. Stepping outside she stood by the entrance way. She was old and badly puffed out. She had reared a large family of little toads, but none of them had aroused her love nor ever grieved her. She had heard the wailing human voice and marveled at the throat which produced the strange sound. Now, in her great desire to keep the stolen boy a while longer, she ventured to cry as the Dakota woman does. In a gruff, coarse voice she broke forth. Hin, hin, do skin. Hin, hin, ermine, ermine. Hin, hin, red blanket with white border. Not knowing that the syllables of a Dakota's cry are the names of loved ones gone, the ugly toad-mother sought to please the boy's ear with the names of valuable articles. Having shrieked in a torturing voice and mouthed extravagant names, the old toad rolled her tearless eyes with great satisfaction. Hopping back into her dwelling she asked, My son, did my voice bring tears to your eyes? Did my words bring gladness to your ears? Do you not like my wailing better? No, no, pouted the boy with some impatience. I want to hear the woman's voice. Tell me, mother, why the human voice stirs all my feelings? The toad-mother said, within her breast, the human child has heard and seen his real mother. I cannot keep him longer, I fear. Oh, no, I cannot give away the pretty creature I have taught to call me mother all these many winters.  The big ugly toad, looking at her pudgy children, said, The eldest is always best. This reply quieted the boy for a while. Very closely watched the old toad-mother, her stolen human son. When by chance he started off alone, she shoved out one of her own children after him, saying, Do not come back without your big brother. Thus the wild boy with the long loose hair sits every day on a marshy island, hid among the tall reeds. But he is not alone, always at his feet hops a little toad-brother. One day an Indian hunter, waiting in the deep waters, spied the boy. He had heard of the baby stolen long ago. This is he, murmured the hunter to himself as he ran to his wigwam. I saw among the tall reeds a black-haired boy at play, shouted he to the people. At once the unhappy father and mother cried out, Tis he, our boy, quickly he led them to the lake. Peeping through the wild rice he pointed with unsteady finger toward the boy playing all unawares. Tis he, tis he, cried the mother, for she knew him. In silence the hunter stood aside while the happy father and mother caressed their baby boy, grown tall. End of section 11, recording by Robert Scott, August the 1st, 2007 Old Indian Legends by Zitkala Shah, section 12. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. From the tall grass came the voice of a crying babe, the huntsman, who were passing nigh, heard and halted. The tallest one among them hastened toward the high grass with long, cautious strides. He waded through the growth of green with just a head above it all. Suddenly, exclaiming, Hoon he, he dropped out of sight. In another instant he held up in both his hands a tiny little baby wrapped in soft brown buckskins. Oh Ho, a woodchild, cried the man, for they were hunting along the wooded river bottom where this babe was found. While the hunters were questioning whether or not they should carry at home the wee Indian baby kept up his little howl. His voice is strong, said one. At times it sounds like an old man's voice.  Let us take it to our wise chieftain at length, they said, and the moment they started toward the campground the strange woodchild ceased to cry. Beside the chieftain's teepee waited the hunters while the tall man entered with the child. How, how, nodded the kind-faced chieftain listening to the queer story. Then, rising, he took the infant in his strong arms. Gently he laid the black-eyed babe in his daughter's lap. This is to be your little son, said he, smiling.  Tell the people that I give a feast and dance this day for the naming of my daughter's little son Bade the chieftain. In the meanwhile among the men waiting by the entrance way one said in a low voice, I have heard that bad spirits come as little children into a camp which they mean to destroy. No, no, let us not be overcautious. It would be cowardly to leave a baby in the wild wood where prowl the hungry wolves, answered an elderly gentleman. The tall man now came out of the chieftain's teepee with a word he sent them to their dwellings half running with joy. A feast, a dance for the naming of the chieftain's grandchild, cried he in a loud voice to the village people. What? What? asked they in great surprise holding a hand to the ear to catch the words of the crier. There was a momentary silence among the people while they listened to the ringing voice of the man walking in the center ground. Then broke forth a rippling, laughing babble among the cone-shaped teepees. All were glad to hear of the chieftain's grandson. They were happy to attend the feast and dance for its naming. With excited fingers they twisted their hair into glossy braids and painted their cheeks with bright red paint. To and fro hurried the women, handsome in their gala-day dress. Men in loose steerskins with long, tinkling metal fringes strode in small numbers toward the center of the campground. Here, underneath a temporary shade-house of green leaves, they were to dance and feast. The children in deerskins and paints, just like their elders, were jolly little men and women. Beside their eager parents they skipped along toward the green dance-house. Here, seated in a large circle, the people were assembled. Proud chieftain rose with the little baby in his arms. The noisy hum of voices was hushed. Not a tinkling of metal fringe broke the silence. The crier came forward to greet the chieftain. Then bent attentively over the small babe, listening to the words of the chieftain. When he paused, the crier spoke aloud to the people. This woodland child is adopted by the chieftain's eldest daughter. His name is Chasky. He wears the title of the eldest son. In honor of Chasky, the chieftain gives this feast and dance.  Yes, yes, he knew. How? came from the circle. At once the drummers beat softly and slowly their drum, while the chosen singers hummed together to find the common pitch. The beat of the drum grew louder and faster. The singers burst forth in a lively tune. Then the drum beats subsided and faintly marked the rhythm of the singing. Here and there bounced up men and women, both young and old. They danced and sang with merry light hearts. Then came the hour of feasting. Late into the night the air of the campground was alive with the laughing voices of women and the singing in unison of young men. Within her father's tepee sat the chieftain's daughter. Proud of her little one, she watched over him asleep in her lap. Gradually a deep quiet stole over the campground as one by one the people fell into pleasant dreams. Now all the village was still.  Amid the quiet of the night her ear heard the far-off hum of many voices. The faint sound of murmuring people was in the air. Upward she glanced at the smoke-hole of the wigwam and saw a bright star peeping down upon her. Spirits in the air above she wondered. Yet there was no sign to tell her of their nearness. The fine small sound of voices grew larger and nearer. Father, rise! I hear the coming of some tribe, hostile or friendly I cannot tell. Rise and see! whispered the young woman. Yes, my daughter answered the chieftain springing to his feet. Though asleep his ear was ever alert. Thus rushing out into the open he listened for strange sounds. With an eagle eye he scanned the campground for some sign. Returning he said, my daughter I hear nothing and see no sign of evil nigh. Oh, the sound of many voices comes up from the earth about me, exclaimed the young mother. Bending low over her babe she gave ear to the ground. Horrified was she to find the mysterious sound came out of the open mouth of her sleeping child. Why, so unlike other babes, she cried within her heart as she slipped him gently from her lap to the ground.  Placing an ear close to the open baby mouth, the chieftain and his wife, each in turn heard the voices of a great camp. The singing of men and women, the beating of the drum, the rattling of deer hooves, strung like bells on a string. These were the sounds they heard. We must go away, said the chieftain, leading them into the night. Out in the open he whispered to the frightened young woman. Ayah, the camp-eater, has come in the guise of a babe. Had you gone to sleep he would have jumped out into his own shape and would have devoured our camp.  He cannot fight, for he cannot run. He is powerful only in the night with his tricks. We are safe as soon as day breaks. Then, moving closer to the woman, he whispered, if he wakes now he will swallow the whole tribe with one hideous gulp. Come, we must flee with our people. Thus, creeping from tepee to tepee, a secret alarm signal was given. At midnight the tepees were gone and there was left no sign of the village save heaps of dead ashes. So quietly had the people folded their wigwams and bundled their tentpoles that they slipped away unheard by the sleeping Ayah babe. When the morning sun rose the babe awoke. Seeing himself deserted he threw off his baby form in a hot rage. Wearing his own ugly shape his huge body toppled to and fro from side to side on a pair of thin legs far too small for their burden. Though with every move he came dangerously nigh to falling he followed in the trail of the fleeing people. I shall eat you in the sight of a noonday sun cried Ayah in his vain rage when he spied them encamped beyond a river. By some unknown cunning he swam the river and sought his way toward the tepees. Hin-hin he grunted and growled with perspiration beating his brow he strove to wiggle his slender legs beneath his giant form. Ha-ha! laughed all the village people to see Ayah made foolish with anger. Such spindle legs cannot stand to fight by daylight. He shouted the brave ones who were terror struck the night before by the name Ayah. Warriors with long knives rushed forth and slew the camp-eater. Lo! there rose out of the giant a whole Indian tribe, their campground, their tepees in a large circle and the people laughing and dancing. We are glad to be free, said these strange people. Thus Ayah was killed and no more are the campgrounds in danger of being swallowed up in a single night-time. End of Section 12. Recording by Robert Scott, August the 2nd, 2007 Old Indian Legends by Zitkala Shah, Section 13. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Old Indian Legends, Manston, The Rabbit Manston was an adventurous brave but very kind-hearted. Stamping a moccasin foot as he drew on his buckskin leggings he said, Grandmother, beware of Iktomai, do not let him lure you into some cunning trap. I am going to the North Country on a long hunt. With these words of caution to the bent old rabbit grandmother, with whom he had lived since he was a tiny babe, Manston started off toward the North. He was scarce over the great high hills when he heard the shrieking of a human child. Juan, he ejaculated, pointing his long ears toward the direction of the sound. Juan, that is the work of cruel double-face, shameless coward, he delights in torturing helpless creatures. Muttering in distinct words, Manston ran up the last hill and low in the ravine.  This brown giant was without clothes save for a wild catskin about his loins.  In a laughing voice he hummed an Indian mother's lullaby. Ah boo, ah boo! And at the same time he switched the naked baby with a thorny wild rose-bush. Quickly Manston jumped behind a large sage-bush on the brow of the hill. He bent his bow and the sinewy string twanged. Now an arrow struck above the ear of double-face. It was a poisoned arrow and the giant fell dead. Then Manston took the little brown baby and hurried away from the ravine. Soon he came to a tepee from whence loud wailing voices broke. It was the tepee of the stolen baby and the mourners were its heartbroken parents. When Gallant Manston returned the child to the eager arms of the mother there came a sudden terror into the eyes of both the Dakotas. They feared least it was double-face coming a new guys to torture them. The rabbit understood their fear and said, I am Manston, the kind-hearted Manston, the noted huntsman, I am your friend, do not fear. That night a strange thing happened. While the father and mother slept, Manston took the wee baby. With his feet placed gently yet firmly upon the tiny toes of the little child he drew upward by each small hand, the sleeping child, till he was a full-grown man. With a forefinger he traced a slit in the upper lip and when on the morrow the man and woman awoke they could not distinguish their own son from Manston, so much alike were the braves. Henceforth we are friends to help each other, said Manston, shaking a right hand in farewell. The earth is our common ear to carry from its uttermost extremes one slightest wish for the other. Oh, be it so, answered the newly-made man. Upon leaving his friend, Manston hurried away toward the North Country, wither he was bound for a long hunt. Suddenly he came upon the edge of a wide brook. The alert eye caught sight of a rawhide rope, staked to the water's brink, which led away toward a small round hut in the distance. The ground was trotted into a deep groove beneath the loosely drawn rawhide rope. Hun he exclaimed Manston, bending over the freshly made footprints in the moist bank of the brook. A man's footprints, he said to himself, a blind man lives in yonder hut. This rope is his guide by which he comes for his daily water, surmised Manston, who knew all the peculiar contrivances of the people. At once his eyes became fixed upon the solitary dwelling, and hither he followed his curiosity. A real blind man's rope. Quietly he lifted the door flap and entered in. An old toothless grandfather, blind and shaky with age, sat upon the ground. He was not deaf, however. He heard the entrance and felt the presence of some stranger. How, grandchild, he mumbled, for he was old enough to be grandparent to every living thing. How, I cannot see you, pray, speak your name. Grandfather, I am Manston, answered the rabbit, all the while looking with curious eyes about the wigwam. Grandfather, what is it so tightly packed in all these buckskin bags placed against the tent poles, he asked. My grandchild, those are dried buffalo meat and venison. These are magic bags which never grow empty. I am blind and cannot go on hunt, hence a kind maker has given me these magic bags of choicest foods. Then the old bent man pulled a rope which lay by his right hand. This leads me to the brook where I drank, and this, said he, turning to one on his left, and this takes me into the forest where I feel about for dry sticks for my fire. Grandfather, I wish I lived in such sure luxury. I would lean back against a tent pole, and with crossed feet I would smoke sweet willow-bark the rest of my days, sighed Manston.  You would be unhappy without them, the old man replied. Grandfather, I would give you my two eyes for your place, cried Manston. How, you have said it, arise, take your eyes and give them to me. Henceforth, you are at home here in my stead. At once Manston took out both his eyes and the old man put them on, rejoicing the old grandfather started away with his young eyes while the blind rabbit filled his dream pipe, leaning lazily against the tent pole. For a short time it was a most pleasant pastime to smoke willow-bark and to eat from the magic bags. Manston grew thirsty, but there was no water in the small dwelling. Taking one of the rawhide ropes he started toward the brook to quench his thirst. He was young and unwilling to trudge slowly in the old man's footpath. He was full of glee, for it had been many long moons since he had tasted such good food. Thus he skipped confidently along, jerking the old weather-eaten rawhide spasmodically till all of a sudden it gave way and Manston fell headlong into the water. En, en, he grunted, kicking frantically amidst stream. All along the slippery bank he vainly tried to climb, till at last he chanced upon the old stake and the deeply worn footpath. Exhausted and inwardly disgusted with his mishap he crawled more cautiously on all fours to his wigwam door. Dripping with his recent plunge he sat with chattering teeth within his unfired wigwam. The sun had set and the night air was chilly, but there was no firewood in the dwelling. Hinn murmured Manston and bravely tried the other rope. I go for some firewood, he said, following the rawhide rope which led into the forest. Soon he stumbled upon thickly strewn dry willow-sticks. Eagerly, with both hands, he gathered the wood into his outspread blanket. Manston was naturally an energetic fellow. When he had a large heap he tied two ends of blanket together and lifted the bundle of wood upon his back, but alas he had unconsciously dropped the end of the rope and now he was lost in the wood. Hinn-hin, he groaned. Then, pausing a moment, he set his fan-like ears to catch any sound of approaching footsteps. There was none. Not even a nightbird twittered to help him out of his predicament. With a bold face he made a start at random. He fell into some tangled wood where he was held fast. Manston let go his bundle and began to lament, having given away his two eyes. Friend, my friend, I have need of you. The old oak-tree grandfather has gone off with my eyes and I am lost in the woods. He cried with his lips close to the earth. Scarcely had he spoken when the sound of voices was audible on the outer edge of the forest. Nearer and louder grew the voices. One was the clear flute tones of a young brave and the other the tremulous squawks of an old grandfather. It was Manston's friend with the earth-ear and the old grandfather. Here, Manston, take back your eyes, said the old man. I knew you would not be content in my stead, but I wanted you to learn your lesson. I have had pleasure seeing with your eyes and trying your bow and arrows, but since I am old and feeble I much prefer my own teepee and my magic bags. Thus the three returned to the hut. The old grandfather crept into his wigwam which is often mistaken for a mere oak-tree by little Indian girls and boys. Manston, with his own bright eyes, fitted into his head again, went on happily to hunt in the North Country. End of section 13 Recording by Robert Scott, August the 2nd, 2007 Old Indian Legends by Zitkala Shah, section 14 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Old Indian Legends, section 14 The Warlike 7 Once seven people went out to make war. The ashes, the fire, the bladder, the grasshopper, the dragonfly, the fish, and the turtle. As they were talking excitedly, waving their fists in violent gestures, a wind came and blew the ashes away. Ho! cried the others. He could not fight this one. The six went on running to make war more quickly. They descended a deep valley, the fire going foremost, until they came to a river. The fire said, his chew, and was gone. Ho! hooded the others. He could not fight this one. Therefore the five went on the more quickly to make war. They came to a great wood. While they were going through it, the bladder was heard to sneer and to say, He, you should rise above these brothers. With these words he went upward among the treetops, and the thorn-apple pricked him. He fell through the branches and was nothing. You see this, said the four, this one could not fight. Still the remaining warriors would not turn back. The four went boldly on to make war. The grasshopper with his cousin, the dragonfly, went foremost. They reached a marshy place, and the mire was very deep. As they waded through the mud, the grasshopper's legs stuck, and he pulled them off. He crawled upon a log and wept. You see me, brothers, I cannot go. The dragonfly went on, weeping for his cousin. He could not be comforted, for he loved his cousin dearly. The more he grieved, the louder he cried, till his body shook with great violence.  You see how it is, said the fish, lashing his tail impatiently. These people were not warriors. Come, he said, let us go on to make war. Thus the fish and the turtle came to a large campground. Ho exclaimed the people of this round village of tepees, who are these little ones, what do they seek? Neither of the warriors carried weapons with them, and their unimposing stature misled the curious people. The fish was spokesman, with a peculiar omission of syllables he said, shoo, he pie. Juan, what? What? clamored eager voices of men and women. Again the fish said, shoo, he pie. Everywhere stood young and old, with a palm to an ear. Still no one guessed what the fish had mumbled. From the bewildered crowd witty old Iktomai came forward. He, listen, he shouted, rubbing his mischievous palms together, for where there was any trouble brewing, he was always in the midst of it. This little strange man says, zuya, unhipi. We come to make war. Ooon, resented the people, suddenly stricken glum.  They can do nothing. They do not know the meaning of the phrase. Let us build the fire and boil them both. If you put us on to boil, said the fish, there will be trouble. Ho, ho, laughed the village folk, we shall see, and so they made a fire. I have never been so angered, said the fish. The turtle in a whisper reply said, we shall die. When a pair of strong hands lifted the fish over the sputtering water, he put his mouth downward. Wush, he said, and blew the water all over the people, so that many were burned and could not see. Screaming with pain, they ran away. Oh, what shall we do with these dreadful ones, they said. Others exclaimed, let us carry them to the lake of muddy water and drown them. Instantly, they ran with them. They threw the fish and the turtle into the lake. Toward the center of the large lake, the turtle dived. There, he peeped up out of the water and waving a hand at the crowd, sang out, this is where I live. The fish swam hither and thither with such frolicsome darts that his back fin made the water fly. I Han whooped the fish, this is where I live. Oh, what have we done, said the frightened people, this will be our undoing. Then a wise chief said, ayah, the eater shall come and swallow the lake. So one went running. He brought ayah the eater and ayah drank all day at the lake till his belly was like the earth. Then the fish and turtle dived into the mud and ayah said, they are not in me. Hearing this, the people cried greatly. Iktomai, wading in the lake, had been swallowed like a gnat in the water. Within the great ayah he was looking skyward. So deep was the water in the eater's stomach that the surface of the swallowed lake almost touched the sky. I will go that way, said Iktomai, looking at the concave within arm's reach. He struck his knife upward in the eater's stomach and the water falling out drowned those people of the village. Now when the great water fell into its own bed, the fish and the turtle came to the shore. They went home, painted victors and loud-voiced singers. End of section 14 End of Old Indian Legends by Zitkala Shah Recording by Robert Scott, August the 1st, 2007


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Hey there friends, thanks for checking in after age now today. We're looking at the new Taurus Defender 856 ultra light a new release from Taurus. It was Highly requested they featured it at Shacho. They are Producing them now and getting them out there. They should be available I would think fairly soon, but let's take a few shots and then we'll talk more about this 850 nice Try double action And there it is The main difference with the 856 Defender is that it comes with a three-inch barrel that many people wanted the original 856 or the Taurus 85 Has a two-inch barrel. This has the three-inch barrel and a front night sight. It's a Marigold night sight It does have an orange outline in there So they are day night sights a tunneled rear sight All right does have a notch in there to give you a a point of aim with the orange Night sight six rounds in the cylinder This one has a Hogue rubber grip. They also make one with an ultimat grip. Okay, which is wood and a VZ G10 grip This one is considered the matte black Revolver, okay, I'm not sure if the camera will pick that up But the the barrel and the crane and the cylinder are seracoded tungsten gray So they come in different models They also have a black model with various grip options and that's pretty Consistent with Taurus is to give many different options, but here it is the ultralight model It was highly requested and I'm happy to have this in my hands now the double action trigger pull is A heavy pull as we would expect pretty common I would guess around 12 pounds and then a single action trigger pull I'm measuring right around six and a half pounds maybe a little bit heavier with the single action But the MSRP and this is 429. It's yet to be seen what they are actually going to be selling for But it offers many things that Taurus fans wanted and that's a a larger 38 special a plus P rated by the way with a three inch barrel other than that It's pretty similar to the Taurus 856 other than it is Two ounces heavier. Okay, so you're looking at 17 and a half ounces unloaded 20 and a half ounces Loaded with six rounds of 38 special to check it out Let me go ahead and load it back up and we'll check out some of those plus P loads Here we have 158 grain hollow point wide cutters. These are plus P rated. Let's see how The defender 856 handles these double action. I can feel a bit more of a punch, but not too bad Handled it quite well. I like those six rounds We've got the defender 856. Let's take a few more shots nice Nice revolver. I think Taurus did a nice job and What they often do is offer many different Models of the exact same gun and that will be the choice. This one. I already mentioned the MSRP is 429 I would guess in the mid 300s You'll be able to get the defender 856 ultralight seven and a half inches overall length spurred hammer and 20 and a half ounces loaded with six rounds of 38 special and it is plus P rated nice revolver It's got the three inch barrel and the night sight and I think that is a game changer from the snub nose pocket carry 856 if you like videos like this, please subscribe and share. I always appreciate the thumbs up button Thanks for watching and you guys be safe