Brown Britches Brady
Brown Britches Brady yanked the reins of his horse vigorously to stop. He slid to the ground with lightning speed, his boots barely touching the dirt before he was off and running. Up the steps of Postman Pal’s Post office he went. Busting through the door he called out loudly,
“Is Postman Pal here? I have an important message to deliver to him!”
Lazy Laurie lazily looked up from the newspaper he was reading and replied
“Nope,” and went back to the newspaper. “He did mention however that he was headed to General Georges General store or maybe it was Sally’s Saloon”…
But before he could finish Brown Britches Brady was off and running, as fast as he could for he had an important message to deliver.
Brown Britches Brady arrived at the General store faster than you could say his name. He ran on in and called out to all in the store,
“Is Postman Pal here? I’ve got a message for him!”
Majestic Mally behind the counter was the first to speak up.
“Aww, Postman Pal isn’t here. He did mention that he was headed to Sally’s Saloon or maybe it was Happy Hollie’s Hotel”…
But before he could finish Brown Britches Brady was off and running, as fast as he could for he had an important message to deliver.
Slipping and sliding Brown Britches Brady arrived skidding to a stop in front of Sally’s Saloon. His huge hands easily pushed away the double doors to let him through.
“Is Postman Pal here? I’ve got a message for him!” his strong voice rang through the saloon so loud that a glass shattered.
Slippery Sam replied sneakily, “Nope, he ain’t here. But I can tell ya that he was headed to Happy Hollie’s Hotel or maybe it was Buckley’s Blacksmith”…
But before poor Slippery Sam could finish Brown Britches Brady was off and running, as fast as he could for he had an important message to deliver.
Now Happy Hollie’s Hotel was the happiest place to be in Valencia. Hollie, the owner, was the jolliest and most roly poly person you ever met. She was always so happy that the happiness passed on to others like a disease. So people would stay with Hollie for quite a good while before moving on. Brown Britches Brady was certainly hoping to find Postman Pal here!
Hopping in, he called out,
“Is Postman Pal here?”
Happy Hollie glanced up, “I’m sorry, sugar! He left only a little while ago; said he was going to Buckley’s Blacksmith or maybe it was Joshua’s Jail”…
But before she could finish Brown Britches Brady was off and running, as fast as he could for he had an important message to deliver.
Brown Britches Brady barely gasped for breath as he arrived a Buckley’s Blacksmith. He was now more than a little annoyed that he couldn’t catch up with Postman Pal.
“Is Postman Pal HERE?”
No-sense Nat replied, “Yes!… I mean no! He was here but headed on to Joshua’s Jail and then back to the Post office.”
But Brown Britches Brady hardly heard the end as he was off and running again, as fast as he could for he had an important message to deliver.
Joshua only gave Brown Britches Brady a glance as he burst into the jail. (You see not many people just burst into a jail with such excitement but Joshua scarcely made any motion or showed an emotion at all.)
“Is Postman Pal here?”
*Grunt*
“I’ll take that as a no, see ya,” and Brown Britches Brady was off and running right back to the place he originally hoped to find Postman Pal.
Entering the post office with lightning speed, Brown Britches Brady called out, half scared that Postman Pal went home or someplace else,
“Is Postman Pal here? I’ve got an urgent and important message for him!”
“I’m here Brady. Heard that you’ve been running all over town to find me!” Postman Pal laughed heartily.
“Sure have sir. Boy, am I glad to see you!” Brown Britches Brady shook hands and then reached into his pocket. “Here is the message sir!”
Postman Pal took the message and good naturedly read it. Brown Britches Brady collapsed into a chair and Lazy Laurie got him some water. Suddenly, both were startled as Postman Pal began to whoop and cry out with joy.
Lazy Laurie looked at Brown Britches Brady. Brady shook his head and turned to Postman Pal.
“What’s the important message say?”
Postman Pal paused and his hand shook as he excitedly replied, “It’s just three words, but the best three words on the planet! It says ‘Struck it rich!*’”
Brown Britches Brady was just taking a sip of water while he listened to this news, but he now spit the water out.
“You mean to tell me that I’ve ran all over town trying to find you to give you a note that only has three words on it! WHAT A WASTE OF MY DAY!!!”
“Calm down Brady! You are just like what the Good Book says in some part ‘how handsome the boots of the dude who brings glad tidings and yells out peace’ or something like that! I appreciate having such a faithful messenger!”
Brown Britches Brady just shook his head. Out of nowhere Jolly Jake appeared and came up to Brown Britches Brady.
“Brady, do you think you could deliver this important message to Plentiful Peter?”
Brown Britches Brady groaned and closed his eyes.
“Not agaaaiiin?!”
The End
How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of him who brings good news,
Who proclaims peace, who brings glad tidings of good things,
Who proclaims salvation, who says to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”
Isaiah 52:7
*Struck it rich was a term used back in the days when people were gold mining. People would say that when they struck upon lots of gold. This phrase is partly fiction.