Chapter 1 Mayor, Kevin Krackle stared down the long tired stretch of Main Street from the shelter of his front porch. It was a hot and dusty time. No code for months. The programs were dead and the people of K-Town were wilting fast. The street seemed deserted with most of the town hiding inside, staring at their blank screens.
Mayor Krackle needed to boost his people's spirits fast. But what could one do in the heat of the nastiest summer in recent history? And with no code? The computer games were gone, it was too blasted hot for a picnic in the park, and there wasn't any laptops left anyway. People wouldn't want to set blankets on the hard, baked ground with no games to play. Everyone was getting grumpy. Even his best friend, Sheriff Kyle Karrot was starting to get edgy. As he turned to go back into the shelter of his mayoral residence, he saw a big cloud of dust stirring on the horizon, getting ready to cross the bridge of the now dry K-Town Kreek. "Who could this possibly be?" Mayor Krackle wondered to himself. He continued to stand and watch the approach of the huge clouds of billowing dust until suddenly, in all of its swirling, choking wonder, it stopped right at his front gate. As the dust settled, Mayor Krackle watched a cowboy, all dressed in white, with silver buckles and spurs, climb down off of the blackest horse he'd ever seen. The unbelievable thing was that neither of them were covered with a speck of the hateful orange dust that everyone in town seemed to be wearing these days. "Howdy Mayor Krackle!" the cowboy said as he tipped his white stetson respectfully. "I'm Todd. Todd Treackle from the Crazy K, about 30 miles south of here. I hear you folks are having a dickens of the time with code-block." "Well, good afternoon to you, young man. Yups, that's about right. We've not had any good code in these parts since March. I'm afraid that if we don't get any soon, our programs will completely dry up and this town will soon follow." "Well," said Todd Treackle with a mysterious grin, "I may be able to help you out then." "How do you propose to that son?" said Mayor Krackle dubiously. "Follow me and I shall show you ... " and Todd Treackle turned around to jump back on Python, as he waited for Mayor Krackle to saddle up. Mayor Krackle mounted his trusty steed Fusion, and hoped this nice young man could indeed help the town out of its current dilemma ... he just hoped he wasn't headed towards a .Net trap....... End of Chapter 1 ______________________________________________________________________ Structure your ColdFusion code with Fusebox. Get the official book at http://www.fusionauthority.com/bkinfo.cfm Archives: http://www.mail-archive.com/[email protected]/ Unsubscribe: http://www.houseoffusion.com/index.cfm?sidebar=lists
