That reminds me of a story...
When mom and dad moved to Oregon from Knoxville they got rid of alot of things. Carl is one of mom's best friends. She gave him the cursed pellet gun when they were moving. Apparently he had been searching for a gun just like it for a long time. It was like one he played with when he was a kid. How weird is that? He was really happy to get it.
I have wanted to tell him the sorted history of the gun for quite some time now. So Carl... I just wanted you to know the sorted past of the gun. Lucky for me, mom is usually a horrible shot.
Well except the time she was trying to scare a blue jay and she shot his leg off... but that's another story.