the rest of the story

[Carey McClure]

... lost somewhere in Scotland in a year when some men were not alowed
to carry a sword sitting by a fire with his drum sits connor. Born into
the house of clan mac leod. Connor learned the art of blacksmithing from
his father. Watching his father as so many children of the time, to keep
the family trade and heritage alive. Having done better than all
expections, he learned to read and write by age 15.

	One day before winter solstiss he came upon a young ladd running from
something he heard in the forest. The ladd mentions that there are
sounds coming from the forest like that of lions. Knowing that lion in
the forest would if they comtinued to move in thier current direction
would come upon his village of ayr in the southern west part of
scotland. The village had no deffence against this kind of attack.
Connor was the only one that was in the path of the attackers. Knowing
that he could save himself and the boy or place himself in the middle of
the path and probobly die maybe some of the men of the village might be
able to stop those that got throw and thus save the village. 
	Connor knew what he must do, his mind remembereing the clan matto: "
steadfast" a bull with long horns and two flags cross, one blue and one
red and white cross  on both, he placing the ladd in a tree with no low
branches and telling him to climb as high as he could and not to come
down no matter what happens. Moving to the middle of the path connor
readied himself drawing his durk and axe he also wrapped more cloth
around his arm so that the bits would have to go throw the cloth first.
Next he looked around for rocks that he might use to pommul the animals
with. There noise was getting louder and closer. Like david of old
stepping into the lions den he hoped god and the powers of right would
be watching. If he lived he would get the ladd and make for the village
but if not, then he hoped his friends would hear of his sacrifice and
never forget the name ....witch means he who dwells by the castle wall 
... the name of ... "Connor" He could see now the first of three
intering the path just beyond the old tree. He struck the first just
below the neck and rolled with the animal then getting up for the next
before it passed him this one was much bigger. Connor hoped that if his
end was at hand that it might be fast and then man and beast were
engauged .......

					...what would be the out come???
					...would the system win or truth???
					...If you see him standing after then you'll know!

					... look for him on thursday night 22 may at the dog and duck 
					... he will be throwing knifes with a PINT OF MCQUINNS IN HIS
HANDS.
					...if not then tost him loudly and think of him kindly .....