A large group of people are slowly sinking in sand. They are not talking about the fact that they will eventually suffocate, or even acknowledge the quicksand is there. One foolish soul raises his voice and cries out "We are in quicksand! Somebody do something!".
Suddenly, the piercing shriek of a bullet rings out through the air, and all the people in the quicksand look up to a rock ledge above. A shaded figure stands tall, the sun to his back, a stetson on his head, and a .22 in his hand. He looks down at all the people in the quicksand below, and reminds them all again:
"There is no quicksand."
