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--Added by Fred 10/28/08
"That was quite an exit, Cuz" said Greg extending his hand.
"I never liked using doors anyway. I'm ashamed for you to see me like this, Gregory. Ever since I became known as 'The Defenestrator' every young buck west of the Mississippi has been trying to make a name for themselves by tossing me out windows."
"Looks like we've both fallen on hard times. My Lucky Golden Egg was stolen from me just last night. Some shady character made off it. I was hoping that you'd help me hunt him down. Are you in or out?"

--Added by Nate 10/08/08
He hitched Leonard to a hitching post upon entering the mainstreet area. He knew his best bet at getting clues to Jacob's wearabouts would be to inquire patrons at the downtown saloon. as he approched the saloon he saw a man getting thrown out of the front window. he hurried to see what was up. Amidst the broken glass Gregory saw a man who, from behind, could be Jacob. had the Defenestrator been Defenestrated?

---Added by Luke 10/03/2008
A trail of dust rose from the pitter-patter of Lenard's foot steps.Greg pulled up on the reigns causing a loud squawk from his trusty companion as he came to a halt in front of the sign designating Davenport's city limits. His second cousin thrice removed Jacob "The Defenestrator" Fredrickson was a Davenportian native who could perhaps lend some aid to Gregory's situation. If only he knew how to find him...

--ADDED by Spencer on 10/1/2008
Gregory had made up his mind. "I'm going to have to catch that dark figure if i'm ever going to be able to finish my journey," and with that saddled up his ostrich. It was almost dawn and Gregory knew he had lost ground on his target. However he knew that at top speeds his ostritch could reach at least 40 mph where as the average horse could only run up to 30 mph. but where which way did the masked figure run? The closest town was Davenport, he would have to start his investigation there.

--ADDED by Jerome on 9/28/2008
All of his money was there. His maps, pictures of his family, all there, but the one thing that drove him to leave his peaceful life, that one thing that reminded him what his dreams were was missing. "Its got to be in here somewhere," he thought to himself. As he was starting to panic he thought to himself,"coming all this way was for nothing, will I be able to continue on my quest if it's not in here..."

--ADDED by Luke on 9/24/2008
Even the most ruthless venom-veined outlaws would be shaking in their boots, but not Gregory. He stood up as he brushed the dust from his britches. "No Tomfoolery is going to prevent me from reaping what is rightly mine," Gregory thought to himself. As he reloaded his gun he felt a cold fast rush sweep through his body, he ran quickly to his now alert ostrich seizing the saddle bag upon his arrival. Was it still inside? or had the dark figure of the night robbed him? He opened the flap.

--ADDED by Fred on 9/23/2008
By the light of the full moon and he could see that his pots and pans had been kicked over. There was a dark figure stirring the embers of his dying fire.
"That's the damnest looking horse I've ever seen," said the figure.
"It's not a horse," said Gregory reaching for his revolver.
"Looking for this?" The dark figure flashed the gun and then quickly unloaded it, letting the bullets drop softly to the earth.
Before he could respond the dark figure had mounted his steed, which was also cloaked in darkness. "Stay out of Iowa," said the figure flatly. He tossed the empty revolver at Gregory and vanished.

--ADDED by Nate on 9-23-08
As the sun was setting it began to get dark. "I'd better set up camp for the night" Gregory thought, and so he did. He had fallen asleep for several hours when suddenly he was jolted awake by a loud noise.

Long ago in the year 2007 a boy by the name of Gregory Yohuligan set out from his parents cottage headed toward the large city of Decorah ,Iowa in search of a new life. He went on the quest knowing full well he could never return to his life as a horse shoe shiner. He left a note describing his intentions to his parents right before saddling up on his trusty ostrich Lenny for the treacherous ride through miles and miles of corn fields. Before Gregory knew it all he could see of his humble home was a stream of smoke rising from the chimney.