"Where are my beans?" Mungo hissed. Everyone in the saloon turned to see what had upset Mungo. To be clear, Mungo was the biggest loudmouth by far and had anger management issues. If there was one thing Mungo truly adored with all his heart, it was beans and the ensuing winds. It was hard to tell whether Mungo preferred the taste of beans or the fact that he could spoil the air for everyone within a five metre radius after eating them.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO2n8B5kAZQ
Mungo looked around the saloon, red with rage, looking for some explanation as to where his favourite food had gone. It was just past noon and so the place was packed. Some people were playing cards, others were drinking liquor or smoking cigars, and some were doing a combination of these activities. The only person eating beans at the moment was Sheriff Jones and so Mungo naturally approached him and demanded an explanation. "Oh, sorry Mungo I thought they were my beans but I guess I was wrong. Don't worry I'll buy you a new one." But that was not enough of an explanation for Mungo and he took the theft of the beans personally. He grabbed the sheriff and lifted him above his head and started twirling him. He spun him so hard that for a moment it looked like he was trying to take off like a helicopter. After a while, he threw him through the window out of the saloon.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzz44q1xwiT
No one made a sound, only 2 sheriff's deputies hesitantly got up from the table and watched their boss experience the merry-go-round. After the ensuing defenestration, one of them pointed a revolver at Mungo and said uncertainly "You're under arrest Mungo" and Mungo said: "but shit" and quicker than you can say Jack Robinson he knocked the pointed revolver out of his hand with one hand and put him to sleep for half an hour with the other.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhnuB9nohhY
Meanwhile, other onlookers got up from their tables and began to approach Mungo from all sides. Mungo turned the bowl of beans into himself and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "Come on, you wretches. I'm going to beat you like dogs." A Mexican with a sombrero and a mustache said, "Shut up, Mungo, there's too many of us for you to beat us all." And then the whole group jumped on him as if on command. They stuck to him like wasps to a sugar cube. Mungo staggered for a moment, but then locked his legs and shook off his attackers.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡucGzJEXrGu
There was a big chaos where everybody started hitting each other. Mungo, for example, threw a cowboy on a table with beer glasses and the owners of those drinks started hitting the cowboy for spilling their drinks. Others took advantage of the confusion and started a fight with their cronies, with whom they had been playing cards, but since they were losing, they wanted to take their anger out on them. There were also a few who wanted to take the bartender's supply of liquor by storm, and so the bartender had to defend himself and his drinks. It was, in short, an honest-to-goodness brawl in a Wild West saloon, with some crazy piano player banging away at the piano keys in the background, thinking it was the perfect opportunity to show off his talents.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTiN76IUB7
After a couple of minutes, when the fight was getting really heated, everyone was beating up those who were on hand. Suddenly, the sheriff came back into the bar and fired a warning shot into the air. The general beating stopped for a moment, as if by magic, and everyone listened to what the sheriff had to say: "Everybody stop it, or I'll have you all arrested!" One over-zealous ruffian grabbed the sheriff by the collar of his shirt and threw him like a battering ram through a window that hadn't been broken yet, "you bet your ass we're gonna stop." and the brawl continued.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyg8JrPCUdQ
After about 10 minutes everyone had had enough, those who were still on their feet hobbled away but most people were lying beaten in the ruins of the former bar equipment. The bartender was hiding behind the bar counter, which was still holding up, and was grateful that at least he wasn't too badly beaten. The sheriff lay in the dust outside the saloon, seriously considering a career change. Only Mungo whistled contentedly to himself as he headed to the grocery store for a supply of beans, thinking to himself, "So I'm thinking maybe I should move to another town for a while."174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmSA74dmHZn
