An Elemental Tale: THE GOLD DUST KID
The kid mounted his trusty steed, old [B] Boron. His shooting [Fe] Iron strapped
to his side, he headed out for the bright [Ne] Neon lights of Sabattus, aiming to
rob the Litchfield stage. There was sure to be a load of precious [U] Uranium
aboard, and probably [K] Potassium, too. Inhaling a deep breath of [O] Oxygen
he coughed on the [S] Sulphur from the nearby mills. Since the [Hg] Mercury
was climbing, he quenched his thirst with some H20, tasting the [Cl] Chlorine
all big cities like Wales had. As he headed north his bones ached from [Ca]
Calcium deposits built up over years of riding the [Zn] Zinc trail. Overhead a
[He] Helium filled balloon floated in the breeze; the sun beat down like burning
[P] Phosphorous.
Soon he spotted the stage, guarded only by a sheriff with a [Sn] Tin badge.
“Halt,” he yelloed, “or I’ll fill you full of [Pb] Lead.” The sheriff drew his gun,
but alas, was too slow. The kid’s gun, blazing like flaming [Mg] Magnesium did
the [Cu] Copper in. Anyone who drew on the Kid should know his life wasn’t
worth a plugged [Ni] Nickel. A [Pt] Platinum blonde riding beside the [Al]
Aluminum - framed coach rode for her life when the Kid pulled out some [N]
Nitrogen compounds, preparing to blow the safe to atoms.
Suddenly, a shout rang out, “Hi ho [Ag] Silver, ” and a masked man on a white
horse raced across the [Si] Silicon sands like [Na] Sodium skittering on H20. A
[H] Hydrogen bomb would not have stopped the lawman; the Kid had met his
doom. The rest of his life was to be spent behind [Co] Cobalt steel bars, a
warning to all who flirt with danger. Your first detention may be the initial step in
a [C] Carbon copy life of the saga of the [Au] Gold Dust Kid.