The Devil came to Texas looking for a place to expand his operations. He was running out of space.
Seems all the souls St. Peter had refused and sent below were getting much too crowded. Satan needed room to grow.
He'd heard about a land out west where wild Indians had been. Everything scratched or bit or stung. It sounded good to him!
So he climbed the ladder out of Hell and looked around amazed. He'd surfaced in West Texas where the Longhorn cattle grazed. |
He saw the Pecos River rushing onward to the south and sidestepped to miss a Diamondback with venom in its mouth.
The cactus spikes reached out to snag and tear his robe of red. Tarantulas crawled and fire ants swarmed and everything else looked dead!
Then suddenly he had a thought and gave out with a yell: "I'll move the whole darned set-up here. This place is worse than Hell!"
|