Buffalo Bill was bored. Shooting buffaloes was too easy. He tried macrame, but was all thumbs. Hair styling didn't fulfill his needs. Neither did physical therapy.
Meanwhile, the buffalo population increased. People begged him to return to his former occupation. He was entranced by ballroom dancing.
One day a herd of buffaloes attacked a book festival, trampling authors. Only Mark twain survived. Bill was accused of abrogating his responsibility. Finally he agreed, but only if he was allowed to design his own outfits. And so it came to pass that his quest for new challenges was short circuited.
But he wore boots to die for.
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