It's ALIVE!!!

The sun did not shine, it was too wet to play, so we sat in the house all that cold, cold wet day. I sat there with Murphy, I sat there with Belle. I toyed with my Reising, and I cursed it to hell.

I took all the parts off, then I put them back on. I could never admit, that this damned gun had won.

I took off the mag housing and the action bar. I wanted to junk it, but that'd be going a bit far.

I took out the hammer, I took out the bolt. I could not resolve it, I felt like a dolt.

I cycled rounds though it, dozens by hand. Why it would not work I could not understand.

The action was smooth, and nothing was binding. but this subgun won't run, and my nerves it was grinding.

Then suddenly it hit me, from out of the blue. An epiphany struck me, back together it flew.
I ran to the range, with a witness in tow. And I loaded it up, but I had to shoot slow.
For machine guns are banned at this Fuddly range, so I fired it all semi, although it felt strange.

Thirty rounds with no malfunctions!!! Yee-hah! I'm saving the rest of my .45 for another full-auto test tomorrow at a different range, but it sure looks like I've about got this thing fixed!

Oh, and apologies to Dr. Suess for sampling his story, but I really don't care if he minds, because I've got a functioning Reising now and he probably does not.