---^---:): Harold was the last.
They had been a duo for many years but when John finally passed Harold was the only one left. The others in the home called them the Musketeers but the head nurse called them crazy old men.
Nether of then needed a cane but they both carried fancy walking sticks that turned into a rubber tipped sword at a moments notice. Many a time they saved a fair madden or stopped The evil witch Ethel from harassing Miss Cravats . She was the best part of the home and both of the Musketeers were in love with her. They had agreed as a group to protect her but not to date her as to keep the other from getting jealous. Besides Viagra was hard to smuggle into the home.
One of their greatest victory's was the day of the big bridge tournament . The tournament was held out side under a giant canopy . The evil witch Ethel had lost a hand and began throwing cards at Miss Cravats The Musketeers jumped into action . Harold began to thrust and parry with his sword. Ethel yelled “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD FOOL” As she stepped back John turned on the sprinkler sending a stream of water up her old lady dress.
The whole crowed began to laugh. The evil witch Ethel stomped off in a huff.
“Hey Ethel” yelled John. “ looks like you have a depends problem.
The evil witch turned and gave him a look that would have killed most men but it didn't even phase him.
Now he was gone. He had been able to fight evil and protect the week but he lost the a fight with his own liver . Harold was the last Musketeer left. He walked the grounds and would occasionally thrust his sword but it just wasn't the same.
He had promised John he would carry on so he did. Until his last day.
The next day the head nurse herself hung both of their swords up over the fireplace in the shape of an x