many moons ago there was a fella lived around here name of ted. Ted was just a little bit off balance. Anyway ted hated crates (hooray) and usually carried a sawed off 44 special in a should holster. One of his few friends lived about 5 miles out of town and one christmas ted being lonely decided to pay a visit on johnny. Well ted knocks on the front door and when johnny opened it, his daughters crat warn out. Ted hollers crat, pulls out the 44 and starts shooting. Johnny is yelling at him - Ted quit it thats my daughters crat. Yup comes the reply blam blam. Well, fortunately ted missed the crat, ran out of ammo, and some some reason or another, johnny closed the door on him.

Is this the story about how Tiny Tim lost his leg?
Damn Crat.

Maby the moral of the story is wait 'till the owner is'nt looking