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 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.
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.