The Curious Tale of Amarillo's ACMS
In Amarillo, where the sunsets glow, Lived a dog, a rat, and a mouse in a show. A drama unfolded each day at dawn, In a place where peculiar tales were born. The dog, with a bark loud and clear, Watched over the rat, with nothing to fear. The mouse, tiny and swift, danced around, In their home where friendship was found. Rounding the corners of an old appliance, They played a game with daring defiance. Math was the game, numbers their friends, In a world where adventure never ends. ACMS, the Amarillo Club of Mystery and Suspense, Was their secret haven, not so dense. Here they'd gather, with tales to tell, Of curious happenings and where they fell. The dog would speak of numbers that flew, Rounding them up, two by two. The rat, with a whisker twitch, would share, Stories of gadgets found in his lair. The mouse, with eyes sparkling bright, Told tales of shadows and the night. Together they'd laugh, under Amarillo's sky, In their little club, where dreams never die. So if you...