Have You Ever Danced?

An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The
old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to clear his
parched throat.

He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As
he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a
young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and
a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, 'Hey
old man, have you ever danced?'

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, 'No, I never did
dance, -- just never wanted to.'

A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said,
'Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now,' and started shooting at
the old man's feet. The old prospector in order to not get a toe blown
off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a flea on a
hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be tied.

When the last bullet had been fired the young gunslinger, still
laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the
saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double
barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back... The loud, audible
double clicks carried clearly through the desert air.

The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the
sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The quiet was almost
deafening.

The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the
large gaping holes of those twin barrels.

He found it hard to swallow. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered
in the old man's hands.

The old man said, 'Son, did you ever kiss a mule's ass?'
The boy bully swallowed hard and said, 'No. But I've always wanted to.'

There are two lessons for us all:
1. Don't waste ammunition.
2. Don't mess with old people.

I just love a story with a happy ending..