Birthday Rescue aka Fallen Hunter

of the woodland! Ranger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, showing rare courage in the face of disaster, in the air, on horseback, or in a screaming squad car. Ranger Bill, his mind alert, already smiled, unswerving, loyal to his mission. And all this in exchange for the satisfaction and

pride of a job well done. Gotta get up in and back. My leg must be broken.

Too nearly edge. Oh, this is a fine fix. The bottom of this small canyon. No one ever knew I went hunting this morning. Where'd my rifle go? I don't see it. I wonder if I could crawl over to that small waterfall.

At least I'd have something to drink. I'm getting this one. Maybe at a time. Oh, that's enough for now. There's so much pain. Don't listen to me.

No one could hear me down here. There isn't anyone to hear me. Probably isn't anyone within miles. Oh sounds so dizzy. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Why?

Why, how do you like that? We planned this whole thing for weeks and I practiced day and night on the Happy Birthday Song. And when the time finally comes to spring in animal he can say it is boy.

Maybe this one rare time that Henry had lost for words. Sure is. You guys. Boy. You haven't seen the half of it, pal. We got a few presents here, boy. You shouldn't have. That's exactly what everybody says, and people do it anyhow.

That's right. Great. Well, got those gifts out of hiding, will you? You sure fooled me. I didn't know. You're a presents, Henry. You open, huh? Oh. Who about another chorus out there? Happy birthday. I think we sing it enough, Stumpy.