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🎍 ✿ 🌸 wagon train forms a circle, and a campfire is lit in the middle. After
🐊 ✿ 🍇 everyone has gone to sleep two lone cavalry officers stand watch over the
💄 ✿ 📒 camp.
⛳ ✿ 👑 After several hours of quiet, they hear war drums starting from
🌂 ✿ 👔 a nearby Indian village they had passed during the day. The drums get
🎫 ✿ 👽 louder and louder.
🌋 ✿ 😺 Finally one soldier turns to the other and says, "I don't like
🎈 ✿ 🔋 the sound of those drums."
👾 ✿ 🚕 Suddenly, they hear a cry come from the Indian camp: "IT'S
🥗 ✿ 🏓 NOT OUR REGULAR DRUMMER." 🕺🎁🥞
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